“I’ve always liked dreary, overcast days better,” I tell him. He snorts gently. “Of course. Why am I not surprised?” I nod. “Sun’s still out, though. It’s still there. But it’s like… it’s giving up the pretense that everything’s okay, you know? It’s still there, because it has to be, but…” He watches me intently. Shrugging, I say, “I don’t know. Just ignore me. I’m still sex-drunk and I’m not making any sense.” “No, no, I get it.” He smiles sadly. “Just ’cause the sun’s out, doesn’t mean everything’s okay. And it’s, well, okay to not be okay…”
