He took the back porch step below mine, and again, we read aloud what we could and would die holding on to what we couldn’t. We laughed like old times, choked back tears, and shared war stories of experiences with Joey. He kept our little tribe together with his kindness and ability to make us want better for ourselves because he wanted the best for us. I would do anything for him. He’d need that to survive his impending future, and I’d do my damn best to ensure home would be waiting for him when he returned.
Why not show us any of this positive human interaction instead of chapters of purple prose with very little happening? Show me some of their cozy interactions talking like actual humans.
