[7]
On the tenth night I brought a paper cup of good coffee for Coffee Boy from our dorm. I gave it to him and told him that he deserved good coffee. Then he gave me one of his smiles and thanked me, making my heart rate sped up. Making him coffee was one of the best decisions I had ever made in my entire life.
“Why don’t you just move out?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
He looked at me slowly and then back at the wall across from him.
“He may be a horrible one, but he’s still my dad.”
“Why are you such a good person?”
He laughed humorlessly.
“Far from it,” he answered, still staring at the wall. I shook my head.
“I would like to disagree with that.”
“Oh yeah?” he raised his eyebrows at me. I nodded. “Sure, whatever you say.”
“You know,” I continued. “I think that all this…cool indifference is just an act. I think you really do care about things.” Coffee Boy’s eyes snapped back to me. “Don’t you want to have friends? Don’t you want to become close with someone?”
“I have friends,” he said stiffly. “I’m close with people.”
“Your brother doesn’t count, you know,” I said.
“I’m not even close with my brother,” he stared at the wall.
“Anyway. Good night,” I stood up and threw my trash away.
“I’m supposed to say it first,” he called out. I turned around.
“Would you have?”
“Yes.”
I nod.
“Good night,” he told me.
“Good night.”
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