“We’ll figure it out?”
he asks and holds out his hand.

           “We’ll figure it- what are you even…
trying to do?” I move to somehow interact with the gesture but I’m not sure
what it’s supposed to be.

           “I dunno, we’re sitting at a weird
angle.” Cephas wiggles his fingers around my hand.

           “Stop it, that’s weird!”

           “This isn’t exactly a high-five
appropriate situation but like, we’re making a pinkie promise?”

           I eventually catch his pinkie with
my pointing finger and squeeze it.

           “There,” Cephas laughs. “Perfect.”