Todd never thought he’d actually start to miss the sound of Dirk’s voice. Usually the
guy would just let his never-ending stream of consciousness spill out of his
mouth in real-time, so keeping up was a daily Olympic-level endurance event.
But it had been half an hour since Dirk had so much as mumbled
to himself. He wasn’t even singing along to the radio- and Todd had switched it
over to his favourite crappy pop station, so something was definitely up.
Problem was he knew exactly what was up. But since it was mostly his fault, he wasn’t super anxious to bring it up.
But Dirk had gone from just staring out the rain-specked side
window to angrily flicking it, so…
“Look,” said Todd, shoulders hunching in discomfort. “I’m
sorry I yelled at you, okay?”
Dirk made a non-committal sound of acknowledgement. Shit, he
was really mad. He flicked the window
again, watching a raindrop on the other side of the glass jiggle and roll down
rather than looking at Todd’s face.
Todd sighed, clenching the wheel a little tighter. “I know
you’re pissed at me and, yeah, okay, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,
but…” he shrugged irritably. “Look, it’s been a long day, we’re both tired,
let’s just call it and start over in the morning, okay?”
The car fell into tense silence again, and Todd kind figured
that would be the end of that until Dirk shook his head and straightened up
from his moody slouch.
“No,” he said, with a slight shake of his head. “No, we
should sort this out now. I read in a magazine that you should never go to bed angry.” It would have
sounded a lot wiser if Todd wasn’t 90% sure the magazine in question was Cosmo. “So we need to… de-escalate the
situation. And quickly- I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted, I’ll conk out in minutes
when we get home.”
“Okay, so… how do we do that?”
“We could…” Dirk frowned, stumped. “…Tell jokes?”
“You should be a marriage counsellor.”
“Excellent energy, Todd, but I think jokes at each other’s
expense might be counterproductive.”
“Damn. There goes most of my material.”
Dirk rolled his eyes. “Really, Todd? Two in a row?”
“Come on, you walked right into it.”
“Oh, you mean like you
walked right into that glass door last week?”
“…Dirk, that was you.”
“Damn. Hoped you wouldn’t remember.”
Todd snorted. And then he giggled. And then he gave in and
full-on laughed, shoulders shaking.
I went to Pride Houston last night and NASA was marching in the parade and I immediately turned to my friend and said "I TOLD YOU SPACE WAS GAY" (so yeah, space is gay #confirmed, now to buy like 14 of those rainbow astronaut t-shirts)