Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest -- the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.