Write What You Know

I said I'd get Shane (his dad) a coffee - he said no, he'd get me a coffee - and we talked nonsense, I don't even remember what we said to each other, I always thought Shane was hard to talk to, I always got the silent vibe from him, but he looked me right in the eye for like the first time ever and we talked - but I have no idea what we talked about. For all I know we were holding two separate conversations. He wanted to know how I was even awake - I said I don't sleep.

I met Bevan's mom. Julia. She got there about an hour after I did. She drove from NYC. She and I had some hospital breakfast together. She was really distracted but we actually did engage in some real conversation - I remember some of it and all. She was kind of trying to assure me - or Someone - that she really does love her son - I dunno that's guilt if I ever heard it - oh she asked me if I had CP and I just stared at her and was like no, I mean, I was exhausted and delirious and probably so was she, and it was just the only response I could manage, I mean, we were sitting at a cafeteria table and I just slammed my head on my hand and was like, no, and then she apologized and I was just like, whatever, I'm sorry, don't mind me -

What an awful way to meet someone's parents, when you're not sure if you're ever gonna talk to them again. When they're themselves, that is.

( Hospital stuff )

But at one point we also had a very normal, logical, sensical conversation that didn't start over again after a few minutes. I guess... tomorrow morning, when I go over there, we'll see. If he remembers having it or if we have the same conversation again.

In a few more days supposedly he'll be ready to come home.

This is Very Good.

And that's Good Enough, right?