I watched three of our roommates take spots in front of us while Jo steamed up the bathroom and thought about how I had enough in my savings six months back that I could’ve lived in that nice one-bedroom across town if I’d known I wouldn’t need the money for anything else. You got in line behind me. I thought you brought your own towel.
Jo got out of the bathroom in a towel and pants, still applying makeup. She could always apply makeup and multitask like she had six extra hands. She kept saying, I’m not cancelling that job interview, I’m not cancelling that fucking job interview.
Hanna turned around to face us before she got in the bathroom. She was holding a mug full of coffee, which I stared at. She said, Oh yeah, haha, never showered with coffee before, but fuck it now, am I right—anyway I’m putting on Armageddon later, let me know if you want me to do that alone or throw a watch party.
When it was my turn you followed me in until I tried to shut the door. You kept following me, after that. You weren’t great about taking a hint when I wanted to do things alone. In the shower you said to me, I want to die in your arms. I said, Mhm.