“How long have I known you?”
Pocket stands at the foot of the bed.
“How long have you known yourself?”
He sighs. “Ali…”
His expression suddenly changes. Shocked, then sad. I notice the tears streaming down my face. I wipe them away unnecessarily. It strikes me that I've never heard my name before.
The words come out mangled.
Pocket am I broken?”
He looks out the window at the grey sky.
There’s a long pause. He looks back and meets my eyes.
“But not for the reason you’re asking.”>>