make a plan to love me.

I won't do it, never mind.

(...)

You sound disappointed.

I'm not. It's okay. I'm going to listen to records and stuff.

Oh. That sounds fun.

Are you being sarcastic?

No, it does.

I'm really thirsty.

I stood in the doorway and tried to maintain my end of our silence while watching him scratch at calcified noodles. I was actually just standing there in love. I was not even really standing; if he had walked away suddenly, I would have fallen.