Unbeknownst
He stayed where he was, leaning against the counter beside me, close enough that our arms were nearly touching, and drank his tea and looked at the snow, and the silence between us was the kind I had stopped trying to fill.
"Tell me something," he said after a while.
"What?"
"Something true. Something you wouldn't normally say."
I looked at him. He was still watching the window.
"I haven't felt like myself in a long time," I said. "I came here to find out if I still knew how. And I think I'm more frightened of finding out I do than finding out I don't."
He was quiet for a moment.
"Why?"
"Because if I do, I have to decide what to do with it."
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