“Tanner, how is it possible that we went through a huge list of life goals and agreed on everything. That is not possible.” His face crumples in horror. “No…it’s not. And to be honest, it’s creeping me out.” “Me, too.” “Quick, pick a fight with me about something,” he says hurriedly. “What do you mean?” I ask, totally confused. “This isn’t normal. I want to make sure we’re still us. Do that thing you do where you pick a fight with me about nothing.”
