Happy Ending

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on


It was 3:30.
After the cast party I could not sleep...downloading music, listening to music, loving music at 3:30. Peter came home. He strolled over to the laptop and threw me a knowing glance and a half smile, as if saying, "I know what you're doing hunched over a computer at 3:30." I arched my eyebrows in mock surprise (this face said, "Nope, its just music"). After a small pause...
"I saw the show."
"...you came?"
Ok...real surprise this time. This is the first choir show my brother has attended. He hadn't shown an interest before, which was fine with me. I did remember him saying something on the drive to Cook about taking off work. I told him the show wouldn't be very good, my passive way of saying, "You won't appreciate it."
"Yeah...it was pretty bad, vince. Like the solos, and yeah. Pretty bad."
He said it with a wise nod, as if he was telling me an inside joke. I had been monitoring him with my peripheral, but this time I looked at his face. His eyes were like two cloudy marbles, glazed with stoner content.
"But vincent, that dance...it was crazy. I can barely......yeah, it was crazy."
When I didn't respond he proceeded to raid the kitchen. A ham sandwich, bag of chips, and a double-pack of beef jerky later he walked past me...down the hallway...his door shut faintly.
...some part of me thought he was getting back at me for reading harry potter during his football games. But he wasn't pretending.