It was late noon on Friday, and Maxwell and I were sitting in the living room of Toby and Caleb's apartment. We weren't saying much to each other, but it was nice to sit in the comfortable silence as Duke walked about in the background with a toy in his mouth. Toby was in the small kitchenette with Caleb, and they were making dinner while I caught up on homework on my laptop as Maxwell watched T.V.
"How do you like your steak?" Toby asked, making both me and Maxwell turn to face him. He was at the counter, while Caleb was looking through the cupboards for a pan.
"Done," Maxwell said, making Toby nod in understanding before he looked away from us. Caleb took a pan out of the cupboard, and soon the two were talking to each other as they went about making the steak.
My eyes moved to Maxwel
