[Wherever the nearest chair is, that's what he makes for as soon as the door's closed behind him. He perches on the edge of the seat, one ankle hooked around the back of the chair's front leg, expression alert and curious.]

It's just hard to read people over text, you know? I get confused about sarcasm sometimes, and I offend people. Riley used to get angry with me, back in the beginning.

[And sometimes now. But less.]

The other thing was that I realized we never talked about it. We haven't discussed the two of them at all since July.