Lee nods, and even though he'd been trying to avoid dragging Connor down by reminding him of his situation here, he stumbled into it by accident anyway. "I can understand that," he replies, and he's not sure if he's sad that he doesn't feel that way himself, or glad that the terminal status of his cancer is sparing him from it.
The waitress arrives just at that moment, thankfully saving them from the ringing, awkward silence that follows. They put in their drink orders, then she leaves them alone to decide on what they'd like to eat.
"What are you thinking of ordering?" Lee asks, wanting to say something, anything, to fill the quiet that's descended around them.
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Date: 2015-12-19 03:02 am (UTC)From:The waitress arrives just at that moment, thankfully saving them from the ringing, awkward silence that follows. They put in their drink orders, then she leaves them alone to decide on what they'd like to eat.
"What are you thinking of ordering?" Lee asks, wanting to say something, anything, to fill the quiet that's descended around them.