Don't Worry

"Would we still be friends?" Michael asked, staring straight ahead.

"I think so, yeah. I can imagine how it would play out already. A few years from now, there's this serial killer on the loose who only kills with pillows, and I'll call you up and ask, "How was it?" or just say, "Congratulations."" Charles laughed at the ridiculous image in his head. Michael laughed too.

It wasn't until three years after that Charles realised what that walk had meant.