“I hope you got a new car at some point, ‘cause your old one has to be scrap by now.” Sam said.
“I did.” Ben played with his coffee cup. “It’s nice, even. Not to your taste, but…”
“So it’s a sensible hatchback?” Sam raised an eyebrow. His taste had always run to the impractical, but then he’d never had to own a car.
“It… well, yes.” Ben cleared his throat. “I guess some things never change.”
“Like you dragging me off to do all kinds of ill-advised things,” Sam said. Not that he minded.
“I knew you’d come through for me.” Ben shrugged. “And you’ll keep me sane while we pass around the rock of truth or some other crap like that. What even happens at couples’ retreats.”
Sam had no idea either, although he was already imagining all kinds of things. “Guess we’ll find out.”
It was nice to know that Ben still felt as though he could rely on him, after all this time.
Sam was going to prove him right if it killed him.
