xxxi’ve never loved a darker blue
xxxthan the darkness I have known in you
xxxyou, whose heart would sing of anarchy
xxxyou would laugh so beautifully
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Once he was done, he dug out two wine glasses and poured them each a glass, sliding Cliff's over to him. "Have I done anything exciting?" He mused. "Well, let's just say that my life has become so boring and domestic, just going to a different grocery store is a thrill for me," he joked, with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip out of the wine. "But to answer your question... no. I got a job in the doctor's surgery, taught myself what I needed to know, and have been just trying to keep us all afloat. Jess is great. She wants to be a nurse," he said proudly. She worked her ass off for school but never hesitated to help him out. And he appreciated that more than he could say.
"But yeah. My life is pretty mundane. But I'm happy. It's no Harvard," he joked, "but it's something." He shrugged a little. Then he grinned again. "So. Tell me about Harvard. I want to know everything. All the gossip, what your classes are like, what your professors were like. What did you even major in?" He asked. They'd had their own plans, all the way back when, but as they'd learned, they could change just like that.
Once upon a time, they would have had a similar conversation, but with a bit more honesty. Probably a lot more honesty. Toby might have been able to admit that he was tired pretty much all of the time, that there were days when getting out of bed was hard, when he just wanted to scream at everyone when he got back after a hard day and had to clean and cook and find time for himself. But Cliff didn't need to know that. Right now, Toby waned it to feels as close to old times as possible.