“Ah. I see that we’re going with a story closely related to the truth in that it brushed up against it once,” Sam said, making his opinion on Ben’s idea of the truth incredibly clear.
“It’s the truth,” Ben insisted. “It’s the version of the truth where you and I have an excuse to be here, anyway.”
“I think the usual term for that is alie, but okay,” Sam said. “The truth it is.”
Ben huffed. It was almost the truth, or at least it was almost what he wished the truth was.
Secretly, he was starting to hope that enforced hanging out together would go some way to repairing their friendship, so they could, maybe, explore the spark that was still so obviously there.
At least, it was still there on his side. Sam had seen the world now. Ben was probably too boring for him.
One way or another, he’d find out over the weekend.
