Even when she was gone, she was all Orson wanted to talk about. August understood he was going through a rough time and needed to let it out. But really, it didn't do anything but remind August of just how far they'd drifted apart, and just how impossible his hopes had always been. "Yeah, Orson, I know. I remember that," August answered, a reply that did little more than fill in space. He'd been standing in the produce aisle for a solid fifteen minutes, hoping people would think he was just deeply concerned about the price of apples these days. Orson had been talking, maybe feeling freed now that they weren't face to face, about all these memories he had of his ex-wife. August was fed up with hearing about her and their perfect life together. It didn't exist anymore, but that didn't seem to matter. Orson didn't seem keen on moving on just yet. Not that he would move on to August if he did.
"Hey, listen, just pause for a minute, okay? I've got to go, but I'll come over tonight? You can cry on my shoulder and whatnot then......Yeah, yeah I know you're not crying, sure buddy. I'll see you." August hung up quickly, feeling like he would be trapped again if he waited too long. Orson's voice was such a paradox. August found it soothing and peaceful, but the words he said could be like a stab to the heart. He sighed deeply, like he was starving for air, like the world was pressing down on him with all its weight. He'd fucked things up so badly here.
And then, there was a girl. "What?" August asked out of reflex, looking up from where the ended call sat on his phone to her face. He'd been asked something, hadn't he? "Oh, um, yeah. I'm fine." What a total lie, he hadn't even bothered to make it sound like truth. He kind of recognized her, he went to this store all the time when he needed to buy food, and he thought she might have been here a few times too. He'd come here wanting to cook for Orson tonight and try to cheer him up, or maybe show off a little. But then things had spiraled and now August was the one in a not so good mood. "It's nothing, really. But thank you." That was August, polite even when he was hurting. It was so like him. Giving himself up always just so others would be happy.