[ So Riz's family is him and his mom from the sound of things. Krouse didn't expect the closest mirror of his own household arrangement to show up attached to a green guy half his size, but 'expecting' is something he should really be getting over.
There aren't a lot of guys their age who talk about their moms with open fondness. Krouse imagines the field of jokes about 'your mother' is one of those things that lines up between their worlds, if reality TV and podcasts do. It's not cool to like your mom, for reasons apparently so obvious that no one ever seems able to explain it without ending up in a self-justifying loop. It's kind of a relief to find that snare-trap absent here. ]
Oh, obviously. How is he supposed to get by without being able to see all of his sleeveless shirts simultaneously? Rummage in drawers like some kind of peasant? [ But he jokes back before anything else, rolling his eyes in played up commiseration. ] You did the noble thing. I'd say he'd sing of your compassion, but I guess he'll have to come up with an interpretive dance for it.
[ He actually wouldn't mind seeing that. It probably wouldn't be that hard to convince him to do it, either. Thoughts for another time. ]
And yeah. It is probably better if she knows where you are. [ He fiddles with the handle of his coffee mug, again, wondering how many passes it might take to wear away a fraction of the enamel. ] It is weird, isn't it? You don't know how much you're used to someone else being there until they're not.
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There aren't a lot of guys their age who talk about their moms with open fondness. Krouse imagines the field of jokes about 'your mother' is one of those things that lines up between their worlds, if reality TV and podcasts do. It's not cool to like your mom, for reasons apparently so obvious that no one ever seems able to explain it without ending up in a self-justifying loop. It's kind of a relief to find that snare-trap absent here. ]
Oh, obviously. How is he supposed to get by without being able to see all of his sleeveless shirts simultaneously? Rummage in drawers like some kind of peasant? [ But he jokes back before anything else, rolling his eyes in played up commiseration. ] You did the noble thing. I'd say he'd sing of your compassion, but I guess he'll have to come up with an interpretive dance for it.
[ He actually wouldn't mind seeing that. It probably wouldn't be that hard to convince him to do it, either. Thoughts for another time. ]
And yeah. It is probably better if she knows where you are. [ He fiddles with the handle of his coffee mug, again, wondering how many passes it might take to wear away a fraction of the enamel. ] It is weird, isn't it? You don't know how much you're used to someone else being there until they're not.