After a minute, Troy sat up straighter, attempted to sip his coffee, choked, and said, “Shit. I was going to say something bright and practical, but I can’t summon the words. I’m lucky to be alive, I guess. I’m lucky the bus runs near here. I’m lucky I didn’t break down while everyone was still here! I’m sorry I dumped all this on you. And I still don’t know what to do. What do I do?”
“Acknowledge; move on.”
We ate in silence for a while, both trying not to gulp, choke, or show other emotion, though I knew my eyes were shooting Cupid arrows, which couldn’t be helped.
“I got my dream job, and it’s a half hour drive from where I’m staying, which is with friends, because I just put everything I own in storage and was going to spend next week finding a new place near where I will be working! This is actually my last day here other than the holiday tomorrow.”