A venit prin spatele meu, mi-a pus o mina pe umar, atit de usor ca initial nu am fost constienta de vreo atingere.
"Hi? How is it going?"
Imi ardeau obrajii, mai ceva ca-n adolescenta. Ma privea fix, drept in iris si eu priveam undeva in peretele din spatele lui. Ghinion, sint fotofoba.
"Fine. I’m fine. "
"Are you keeping up?"
"Yes."
"Good! How long is it now? 2 weeks? Or so?"
"Yes."
"Have you gone out?"
"Are you checking on me?" Am zimbit penibil.
"NO! I’m JUST being supportive! Have you gone out?"
"No. "
"Go out. Don’t punish yourself."
I-am luat mina, i-am pus-o pe soldul meu drept, orizontal, mi-am sters orice zimbet si i-am intors privirea in iris: "I wouldn’t know otherwise". A ris. Asa raspunde el.
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