xlii. Triangle
He sits at the bar with Josh, both of them brooding, nursing their drinks between their hands. Josh looks at him, and he stares into the depth of his eyes. Here they are, two best friends, too lost to do anything but try and figure out what to do next.
He remembers the scene. She's crying, her hair askew, apologies flying from her lips, and all he can feel is his heart crumbling. He slams the door as he leaves.
He raises his glass in an ironic gesture. "To Cliff Calley," he says, emotionally. "The man who ruined our lives."