[The silence after the question ticked for an eternity-- or, perhaps just the span of a breath, it was impossible to tell at this juncture. Oscar willed himself to breathe as the soothing voice met his ears.
Then, the ticking stopped.
Blinking again, Oscar groaned in annoyance at both himself and the situation he had found himself in.]
I do. I do, I do...
[He moaned, burying his face in the pillow. Then, muffled, he added:]
no subject
Then, the ticking stopped.
Blinking again, Oscar groaned in annoyance at both himself and the situation he had found himself in.]
I do. I do, I do...
[He moaned, burying his face in the pillow. Then, muffled, he added:]
So I was talking to you. Not him.
[It wasn't a question.]
That's embarrassing....