A place to live. That’s all I need.
Ryan enters my apartment a bit confused, running his hand through his hair. Then he turns to look at me.
“Why, Ian?”
“Make yourself at home,” I say, ignoring the question.
“You could have everything you want,” he continues to press me.
“I already have everything I need,” I cut him short.
“Really?” he asks, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Everything?”
“I could choke you in your sleep, you know.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he challenges.
He’s still got the same arrogant look that he had as a young man although really, he’s grown up now.
Kind of.
“Try me.”
He shakes his head, smiling half-heartedly.
“Am I going to have to share a bed with you?”
“I have a sofa.”
“Okay, that’s fine for a few days…” He heads over to it and drops down onto it, a dead weight.
I go to the kitchen to turn on the kettle.
“A beer would be better,” he calls, picking up on my intention to make coffee.
I open the fridge and take out two bottles, sitting down next to him.
“I don’t have a lot of time. There’s somewhere I need to be, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take me.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“You sure?”
He looks at me sideways.
“So…we’re in the shitter.”
“Yep.”
“Does anyone know I’m here yet?”
“I thought it would be a nice surprise for Mum. Let her think you just decided to drop by.”
“You don’t feel like telling her that you forced me to come back?”
“Did I?” I look at him quizzically.
“I asked to be taken off the team.”
