Rivalry, unsaid words.
Silence in-between.
When were they going to break it?
"I doubt he wouldn't.", the black-haired thought
"I doubt he would.", the smaller one thought, not wasting a glimpse on the other boy.
"It was mandatory.", the taller one told himself in silent thoughts, "There was no other way."
That's what it has been ever since. Silence and their own thoughts.
No one to connect, no one to start.
Not even a table they had in common, not a city nor a state.
But guns and coffe.
Guns and coffe and thoughts they shared.