#chat:silas

“what’s your poison?” she was in his space, but the liquid in his cup was beckoning her curiosity, “what we brewed last week looks better than that --” 

How could Kevin just leave him here?! Only ten minutes in the car and they were arguing and sure Kev was doing him a favour today and sure he never even wanted to help Josh with it in the first place, but Josh was still in the right okay?! It was his first time behind the wheel of a car and Kevin just expected him to, what, put his foot down and start moving?

“Well yeah, that’s literally how driving works,” Kevin says now, over the phone after having stormed out of the parking lot, tripping over a hedge to get out of there and back onto the street quicker. Josh had followed him to the hedge but didn’t get much further.

“There were a bunch of... pedals and sticks and-- I don’t know! I can’t just know! And now I’m stuck here in an empty lot with a car I can’t even drive! Hello? Hell--” The line’s dead. Josh turns away from the car that he suddenly despises, parked right in the middle of the lot, and only then spots the man at the other side of the short hedge, on the sidewalk that runs alongside the concreted area. It’s not often that Josh raises his voice like that in public. He’s mortified. “Sorry, I’m--... Sorry.”