Lones Saga Part 3
Lones threw his jacket onto the chair and flopped onto the couch, exasperated. He exhaled slowly and loudly, the way you exhale when you want someone to talk to you.

"Tough day at work?" Dan called from the kitchen.
"Fu-mmmb-icheh," Lones muttered, his head buried in the pillow.
"Didn't catch that." Dan went back to chopping up ham. Lones rolled over and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"What are you cooking?"
"I'm making myself an omelette. You want one?"
"No, it's like nine o' clock man. At night."
"News to me."
"Heh. You off tomorrow?"
"Nah man, I'm working Tuesday through Saturday this week."
"Ahh, that sucks. I wanted to do something. I mean, it's gonna be another Saturday night. And we'll do nothing. Yet again."
"Working is nothing?" Dan said, feigning puzzlement.
"You know what I mean."
"Well maybe you should get some friends beside me. Or maybe, and bear with me here, you could do things with women."
"Gasp," Lones responded, playing along half-heartedly.
"I know, I know, it's a controversial topic 'round these parts."
"Dan you know I'm trying to patch things up with Erin."
"Lones, you know I'm trying to invent a cure for cancer. Quit trying to get me to cure the common cold man, I'm really working on this cancer stuff."
"Shut up, I think I've still got a chance with her."
"You've got as much of a chance with her as I do with Marilyn Monroe, and she's dead."
"Dan shut the fuck up, it's a sensitive subject." Lones sat up and all the joy died in his voice.

There was an awkward pause, and Dan looked down at his cooking. He wiped his forehead, knife still in hand. There wasn't really anything for him to do right now, the omelette was cooking in the pan. He just stood there and watched it while Lones sat and stared at the wall.

"It's just she's done with you and it seemed Natalie was into you when I introduced you guys and--"
"I don't need you to set me up with women, Dan!"
"Yeah, I know. Of course. It's just--"
"It's just nothing, Dan. It's just nothing."

Another awkward pause. They'd become common practice recently. Dan's life, however standard, was a constant in an unsteady world. He enjoyed his life, even if it was routine. Lones was frequently becoming uncontent with every facet of his life, and the increasing fluctuations in his love life, financial standing, and a plethora of other societal worries had him growing envious of Dan's happiness.

Dan knew it. Lones knew it. Dan could tell Lones was struggling with it. Lones could see the pity in Dan's eyes. And that's exactly what he didn't need or want. But you can't help but pity the pitiful. And when all Lones did was come home and fall into his own little world of seclusion and despair, it was a rather inevitable conclusion. It was the same thing everyday, and Dan just stood there, because whatever he said would just be met with resentment, and he'd already said his whole schpiel a dozen different ways. So, today would be one of those days where he just changed the subject, and it was obvious to both of them that it was intentional.

"So... tough day at work then, I trust?" Dan said, trying to talk in the lighthearted manner he had earlier.
"What tipped you off? Was it me collapsing in exhaustion on the couch?"
"Well it was also you yelling at me, but that might have also been because I was being an ass."
"Nah man, it's fine. It's just proofreading for a lower tier gaming magazine is a bit of a step down from writing editorials, in both enjoyment and paygrade. I dunno, I'm just not really getting much out of life right now."
"Life is what you make of it, Lones. If you don't spin things the right way, nothing is good. Work is work, girls are girls, and food is just food. Unless, of course, if it's an omelette." Dan set a ham and cheese omelette down on the coffee table in front of Lones.
"You made me an extra one? Even though I said I didn't want any?"
"I knew you were lying."
"Well that's the one thing I'm still good at. So I better work on being more emphatic, huh?"
"I guess so. Eat your damn omelette."

And so they ate. There was a mildly interesting show on the television, the air conditioner was buzzing loudly, and the omelette was a bit on the runny side. But two friends were together, and while they weren't jubilant, they were content. These moments were too few and far between for Lones, and he made it his mission, from that moment on, to have more moments like these. Lones stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to Erin's house." Lones got his jacket and strode toward the door. Dan, not knowing what to make of the situation, managed only to get out a 'okay' through a mouth full of ham and egg. Dan decided to finish Lones's omelette for him, as well.