"You dont look like youre okay"
I say.
"I am"
He says.
We get burgers.
Milkshakes.
Fries.
Silence.
I look around the place, noticing the familiar posters and bottle caps.
"Hows your father?"
I ask.
"Fine"
He replies.
"How long?"
"Two weeks"
His face drops.
My face drops.
Our food comes.
We eat.
We finish.
We go back to the hospital.
His father is dead.
