“Seriously. We were never like that were we?”
“We were supposed to be having a serious conversation about where we were headed - or indeed why we were headed nowhere - but it was proving impossible. Banter was the only register we seemed capable of and without it we'd lost all means of communication.”
“People like you and me never grow old. We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.”
“The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.”
“And we clung to each other like we were drowning because, in a way, we were.”
“These were the things we would never notice were missing.”