Fine…the word echoed in his mind, and Jamie hadn’t looked at him when he stood up, or when he helped Alex clean the table, and he hadn’t said another word. Not I’m sorry, not let’s forget about this, not look Alex, can’t we just be friends?
Just fine, that was it, and Alex wanted to shout at him, piss him off, get him angry enough to yell back because at least then he wouldn’t be so quiet, and there wouldn’t be that desperation in his eyes that Alex didn’t like one bit.
But what could he possibly say to get Jamie to talk to him again, to see that sunshine smile light up the night and his life once more? It would be so easy, he told himself as he drove, Jamie sulking and silent beside him. Just rest my hand on his knee until he looks at me and tell him I’m sorry. Blow off the whole Youth
