to be alone

Uh... You okay, man?

You know, if you know anyone looking for a roommate… I could probably use a place to live. 

Are you going to try and kill me?

–Oh, shoot. I’m sorry. I-m – Let me buy you another coffee?

No, thank you.

You’d think I’d have better luck walking in this traffic, but it’s almost worse. There goes being at work on time. 

How about the bus?

Me too.

Really?

Please tell me you did not knock someone up.

God no. My dog’s pregnant.

Same.

Really? I’m expecting puppies, what are you expecting?

Hella.

What?

You’re not fucking pregnant.

Don’t tell me what I’m not. Even if I’m not. My dog’s pregnant, chill.

…a visitor?

Puppies!

Who’s the father?

My dog Jules.

Phoebe hung back by the kitchen, watching Ethan. “Do you need support?” she asked.

“They’re... you said they were harmless, right?”

O-Oh, puppies! T-That’s c-cute. A lot o-of work t-though.

Yup. They’re Goberians. A husky and golden retriever mix. I know. But I’m up for it. It’ll be exhausting, but fun.

Sure! Deal. And don’t worry. They’re harmless.

“Uh... should I...” Ethan motioned to the stairs. “Should I just go down? Or are you coming with?”

C-Congrats..?

Yeah. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with this many dogs. It was my own fault for not having them fixed.

Oh? Uh, okay. If you really want. Then, your choice. Who do you want to say hi to first?

Hm... Tommy and Alek. I’d better tackle two at once.