"Carl," I said immediately he walked back in. He had been gone for hours, and I was growing anxious.
He didn't say a word and started to take off his jacket.
"Carl?"
"Yes?" he answered, then slowly looked at me, letting his finger linger on the last button of his coat. I swallowed and moved forward, feeling like to some degree, I had a little right and maybe even an obligation to ask about him. How he was, how he felt, where he was.
"You were gone for so long, I was worried,"
He shrugged, then finally removed the button, then smoothly peeled the jacket off his body.
"I had a few things to take care of." he answered, then turned around. I watched him peel off the shirt too, and for some reason, I did not look away like I probably should have.
I just stayed there, literally watching h
