CHILDREN OF GODS
“Pretty cool, bro.”
James smiled a small smile, not giving himself over to the same sentimentality.
“Thanks, though,” said Tres.
His eyebrows crinkled. “For what?”
“For not taking off my head.”
They bellowed with laughter, breaking the gravity of the conversation. It felt good to laugh, just as friends, letting the cares of the world slip away, even if only for a short time.
“Next time,” James said in between painful laughs, “announce yourself a little sooner.”