Hypothetically An Interlude
"Hypothetically, if I was fated to die within the next, say, three weeks, would you like to know the exact date and time?"
"You heard me."
"Yeah I heard you, I just didn't understand you."
"If I were to-"
"No, I got that. What I should have said was: What did you mean by die? You're not dying, right. Please, tell me you're not dying"
"I'm fine. I was speaking hypothetically."
"Alright, what brought this on?"
"Nothing. You haven't answered my question."
"Does this have anything to do with your checkup last month?"
"I already said that I was fine."
"Fine and healthy are two different things."
"I'm perfectly healthy. Why don't I rephrase a little. If, by strange coincidence, I get shot and killed within the next three weeks, would you have liked to have known ahead of time?"
"Would I be able to save you, hypothetically of course?"
"No, but you would be able to tie up any loose ends before I go."
"No. I couldn't live knowing that in four, five days you'd be gone forever."
"I would've said yes in a heartbeat."
"So I gathered. Everything ok?"
"We've been over this before, I'm fine."
"Just checking. I don't want to loose you."
"I'm not going anywhere, not tonight anyway."
"Good. I could use the help with the dishes."
"You know, until I move in you, technically I'm a guest."
"Your point being..."
"Guests don't do the dishes."
"Concerned lovers do though."
"Why should I be concerned for you?"
"Because I have to put up with you."