"Sorry I didn't keep in touch," Sybbie apologized.
"It's fine, really," Charlie insisted. "Besides, I think we've all been a bit busy lately."
Sybbie gritted her teeth, nodding in agreement.
They both sat and drank their beers.
"So," Sybbie said, breaking the silence. "You're a pilot now?"
"Yes, that's what they tell me."
"You're flying planes, Charlie, I think you can drop the humble act."
"I've learned not to brag when you're around."
"I know you can fly those death traps, but, tell me, who takes care of you now?"
"What do you mean?"
"You never struck me as self-sufficient."