This is us at forty-three per cent animosity.

How was your afternoon?"“No one died, so it was a big improvement on my morning.

This ends now. We’re breaking bread.” The waiter gets to us before Thommo’s had time to peruse.“Do you have bread?”“We have croissants.”Thommo blinks. “We’re breaking croissant.”“One croissant?” the waiter asks.“With three plates.”“They’re very small.” He mimes the croissant’s size.“Then bring small plates,” Thommo says.

Time is pulling us apart. With every second that passes, the space between us widens. Today, I saw him yesterday. In a few days, it will have been last week. Then, last month. And there is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us. It is inevitable. - Miles

There is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us.

I can hear Isaac's smile. It softens his words, but they have a different meaning now. Between his mouth and my ears, they pass through everything that has happened since.