Chapter 8

Don: Hey...

Asher: Hey.

Asher: Good evening.

Asher: How are you?

Don: Sorry.

Asher: ??

Don: For my behavior earlier.

Don: You’re only prsn trying to help, and I’m just...you know...being me. 

Don: A jerk.

Asher: I’m not angry. I understand.

Don: Really?

Asher: Really.

I had forgiven him long before he apologized. Maybe even while he was committing the act.

Don: Thanks. My place?

Asher: Now?

Don: Yeah?

Asher: When last did you check your clock?

Don: Ohhh shit. Yeah, sorry. Tomorrow then.

Asher: Tomorrow. Goodnight.

Don: Gn.

It took me almost forty-five minutes in bed before realizing that the last message he sent, ‘Gn,’ meant ‘Good night.’ I laughed further at myself for my folly, even for not simply asking him and having to spend the next three-fourths of an hour tossing like someone missing