Don’t just turn up and kiss me, you idiot, where the fuck have you been?
here and there, busy, not busy, eating brushing my hair, the usual.
[he shrugs] I could ask the same of you, you could have called you know, or does the notion of a telephone still baffle you?
[He continues to fume, though his face reddens further with embarrassment, not anger.]
Well, no but- It- That’s not the point! You’re the social one here.
[he starts to get a little defensive, slightly hurt by the fact that his affection was not immediately returned as he’d expected]
there’s nothing social about checking if your boyfriend is still alive.
[he chooses to ignore the fact that he didn’t call either]