January 18, 2012
Ryan picked up his older friend, Ben, after work. His throat was dry from talking on the phone all day, but he managed to crack a joke when Ben got in the car. Usually it would be up to Ben to start talking; some days he would discuss things more obsessively than others. This time, Ryan began the discussion. It took some effort at first, and he cleared his throat a few times. Nevertheless, he made his point under the traffic light, glancing briefly in the rear view mirror to see Ben's older, more experienced eye patiently fixed on him.