JC's slender arms extend from his hawaiin shirt.
"We're just a couple 'o boys!"
Skippy's light eyes peer down at him, as though he's trying too hard to turn his gaze into daggers. He can't bring himself to hate JC for what he's become, what they've become. Skippy shifts forward causing JC's eyes to widen just for a moment, a tear trickles down his face as though it's racing to meet Skippy.
Skippy steps back, bites his lip.
"I'm sorry JC, I just can't crack open a cold one with you anymore."
Is he fighting the tears, or is he fighting his pride?