You see them, don't you?
Yes.
You want to walk up to them, right?
Right.
Greet them warm-heartedly?
Absolutely.
It's never too late.
No.
It's never too early.
No.
Why not do it now?
No.
Why not?
There is another I want to see.
Who?
I've only seen him once but I want to know him.
Who?
Him.
Who is he?
Him.
I don't understand.
Him.
Lights flickered on in the bedroom window. Sounds of an argument happening.
They are fighting again.
It's because of him. I know it. He wants him. She won't let him. He's always thinking of him.
Is he an object to get rid of?
No. He won't go to him because of her. As long as she's here he won't get in my way of getting to know him.
"He doesn't care about you! I do! He's crazy! He doesn't know what he's talking about! He does whatever the 'voices' tell him to do!"
"You don't know him! I've been his friend for far longer then I knew you!"
"Dan! Seth is out of his fucking mind! He needs a doctor, not a friend that will let him spiral down further!"
"He's not crazy! How do you explain the murderers he's helped me capture?!"
"He pinned them on someone else! For all, we know those people are innocent!"
"Liz. . . You haven't seen-"
"I don't need to! I've tolerated him and his behaviour! He's not well! How long before he snaps!? Why does he dream about KILLING you!?"
"It's not him! Do you know how scared he is of those fucking dreams?! Do you drive to his place just to make sure he hasn't killed himself?! Do you stay up most of the night waiting to hear if he's dead?!"
"All the more to put him-"
"I can't do that to him! His father trusted me with him!"
"Danny-"
"I don't want to hear it! I'm sleeping downstairs."
He got it.
He now knew more about him! Now to go see him. To see Seth.
The dreams changed. It wasn't about killing. It wasn't about drowning in red. It wasn't about getting lost. It wasn't about death.
For once.
For once in his life, he dreamed of something pleasant. Just a simple walk in the park with his cats. He felt so relaxed and peaceful he almost didn't want to wake up.
He heard knocking and felt something scattering across him. He growled softly and tried to bury himself more into the pillows.
"Seth! Wake up!"
"No!" He heard laughing. Danny was here, and for once he wished he would stop. He didn't need Danny anymore, he was getting married to a lovely girl, live out in the country, have lots of kids, a dog, some horses, a pig or two, maybe a cat. Danny will take care of her.
'Wonder if I can become a woman. . . Would he want me then? Would things be different?'
"Seth!"
"No!"
"Don't make me come in there!"
He heaved himself up and out the door.
The light was blinding, the air cold.
"you left your window open again! You need to stop doing that!"
"what if they come back?"
"please tell me that you didn't develop a heart while I was gone!"
"I miss the side of eggs. . ." Seth admitted quietly as he sat down at the small table.
"You really were gonna eat them!" Danny said horrified.
"A few more pounds on them and I would have!"
"No wonder you never fed them cat food!"
"What are you here for?"
"I missed hanging out with my friend! Is that a crime?"
"I guess not, officer."
"please don't."
"You two fought didn't you?"
"How can you tell?"
"You never used the word crime unless there was something wrong between the two of you."
"Its nothing to be concerned about. Just getting the best out of cold feet."
"Don't leave her." it hurt to say this, but his friend was hurting at the thought of his fiancee wanting out of the marriage.
"I guess it is a good idea that we are moving to a different town, huh?" moving to a different town?
"It's about me?" the silence was enough of an answer. What could they have fought about for Danny to worry so much about him?
"Yeah, but I'm worried about you and your health. I mean who is going to wake you up and bring you food?" Danny joked with a small smile. This wasn't Danny, this fight was and felt different.
"Maybe I should find a girl, huh?" Seth decided to also joke.
"Or. . . Never mind eat!" was he going to suggest something else? Seth watched Danny for a few moments longer.
"Were you going to suggest I go live with you and your wife?" the dark shadow over him was enough to tell him that he had it wrong. Could this be about his dreams? About how crazy he sounded? "Danny. . . Maybe you should stop visiting me."