"What are we doing here?" I asked, slightly yelling over the music. He shrugs.
"I missed... " He starts, but trails off in the middle of his sentence. I shake my head and laugh.
"Alright." I agreed. I know what he was going to say. He didn't need to finish the thought. After all this time, I could still read him like a book. Large print edition. Life, responsibility, growing up, it all has him down. He felt the burn of nostalgia, and who better to share it with than a living memory? I knew it all too well having felt it myself. Sometimes, it's hard to see the point. But, that's just a part of growing up. I had learned to work around it, making this a typical Friday. The only difference, was him. But that made all the difference. That changed it from a typical Friday, into something else entirely. But admittedly something I wanted more.