The girl told him he was deluded and he immediately got pissed off.
His reaction told him he was already fired up about other stuff and that this wasn’t worth being irritated by, but sometimes that is how it goes.
In many ways they were like an old married couple or so he felt. He suspected she might agree or that she might say no just to be oppositional.
He was tempted call her and say they needed make up sex for the fight she probably wasn’t aware they had just had.
Given that he knew his response was over the top he thought about telling her that he was in dire need of a blow job, but thought that make up sex might be the better way to do.
Make up sex might include a blow job and even if it didn’t it was probably a better way to bring about the physical intimacy they hadn’t had in years.
But he wasn’t about to chase ghosts or give up that much information without getting more of a confirmation that such things would be well received so he kept his mouth shut.
Sometimes he listened to Bowie sing Heroes and thought about telling her it reminded him of them. They could be heroes just for one day.
I, I can remember
Standing by the wall
(By the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads
(Over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall
(Nothing could fall)
The music played and he thought of the girl who would be queen and whether just for one day was enough or if it would open Pandora’s box.
It required too much thinking for this particular moment so he looked out the window in her general direction and silently reached for her, wondering if maybe she might do the same.