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That was the problem.
He never filled space the way other people did.
He occupied it.
There was a difference.
I placed my bag on the chair.
Then stopped.
Because I was aware of him again.
Still sitting.
Still not doing anything.
Just existing in the same room like it wasn’t affecting him.
That was a lie.
I’d started recognizing his lies even when he didn’t say them.
“Are you always this quiet?” I asked.
He looked up.
“Am I loud normally?”
“No.”
“Then why would I be loud now?”
I paused.
Fair.
Annoying.
But fair.
I shrugged slightly. “Just feels weird.”
“What does.”
“This.”
I gestured vaguely between us.
He didn’t respond immediately.
That was new too.
Then:
“It is weird,” he admitted.
Simple.
