at least that's what we say we're doing

oh and another fictional interlude. these things just come to me, whereas my environmental studies paper isn't:

"I recognize that picture."

"Well clearly, since you took it and all."

An absentminded look through a photo album that was just sitting on her table brought back some memories. It was a mistake to come up.

"Water or orange juice?" she called out, having gone to the kitchen.

"Water is fine." He said that despite in fact wanting juice. However, he's been brought up to be considerate to his hosts, and despite the intimacy of their friendship, he was still a guest, an almost-stranger from a different time.

"There you go." She handed him the glass of water. He took a quick sip.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's a nice place. I see the mismatched furniture made its way here intact."

"Well, most of my old stuff worked fine, and you know how I hate changing things."

He did know, almost too well. She stepped back into the living room.

He followed her tentatively, almost as if he thought his presence might cause the room to fall apart. He was uncomfortable in this house, as if he felt like an intruder. The pictures on the mantelpiece did not help at all. This was the home of a couple, and it felt inappropriate for him to be here. He took another sip from his glass.

"See anything else you recognize?"

well off to more productive activities, which in this case is probably sleep.