How are you holding up?
I hate that question, hate the words that even make it up. Can we not do this? You re my best friend, man.
Jackson nods, clapping his hand on my back. I m trying to put myself in your shoes, but it s just not working. I don t know how to approach this. We ve never had anyone die in our lives like this.
It s ironic, really. We re an MC, but we ve hardly had anyone die. None of us know how to handle this, how to take it, and maybe that s the problem.
I know, I reply and run my hands through my hair. I just really need to talk about something, anything else right now. I feel like I m suffocating.
In all the years of our friendship, the two of us have never had a problem talking to one another, but now awkward silence washes over us.
How about them Vols?
