"You guys slept together last night?"
The words ring in his head, make him feel dizzy, and he loosens his tie because it feels warm and, yeah, he's totally gotten over this, really. Except he still feels pain burning low in his belly and it's a strange feeling of…almost loss. Except she was never his to lose.
One step forward, two steps back. Male Gail and the shit storm that was Ted and Robin and are they or aren't they soulmates?
He sighs, almost feels like a marionette pulling himself up by his shoulders, elbows, holds his hand up. "Relapse five!" Ted rolls his eyes.
And it makes him wonder why he does this, why he's friends with people who expect him to be a killer of children or something. It's always been like this – he's always inspired low expectations. It's like a record skipping – he's definitely thought these thoughts before. "That's where we high-five, and it's awkward for a moment, and then we high-five again!"
It's almost Gatsby-like, this obsession he has. I mean, she's with Ted, been with Ted. He should move on. But no, he keeps changing, changing. One day he'll end up shapeless. Shapeless and alone.
