On
the table, presumably where he had chucked it last night, his phone slowly
danced across the table. Nate watched it do the sideways shuffle but the
grating sound of plastic vibrating on wood had his temples resume their
pounding.
“Hello?” He groaned into the phone.
“You’re alive after last night. Good.”
Nate regave his groan despite a smile
curving his mouth. “You too.”
“I’d be dead if I drank as much as you
mate,” Will answered instantly, encouraging another smile from Nate. “Left stag
did you?”
His smile waned, accompanied by a
strict grunt. Will laughed at him. “Had to happen sometime.”
Nate placed the phone against his
shoulder and worked a bit of bacon free from the rest. “Up to much today?”
Will chuckled again, presumably at the
swift change of subject. “No, still looking for somewhere to live.”
“Man of your age shouldn’t be living
with his mother,” he jovially replied, biting into more breakfast.
“Ha ha. What are you doing then?”
“Nothing much. Web work, tidying.”
“Such an exciting life you lead mate.”
Nate shrugged in response. Over the
course of the conversation which followed Nate ate the plate clean amongst talk
of friends, making plans to meet and an occasional joke passed between them. They
had always been the same since school, meeting on the first day of secondary
school and has stuck fast ever since.
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“You met no-one last night then?” Will
asked, turning the conversation in a circle.
Nate knitted his brows together. “One
guy,” he returned hesitantly. “James.” Why the hell was it playing on his mind?”
“Huh. If I didn’t know any better I
might think you were interested in this one.” Will mocked.
Gathering his index finger and thumb
together Nate lifted his shoulder, silent. Apparently in his silence Will
summed up everything.
“You really are, aren’t you. Whoa, ‘man’s
man’ might be going long term.”Nate, website builder, found in 'Tom' working title.
Will, friend of Nate's, found in 'Tom' working title.
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