Nick, last session you mentioned you were worried about your friend, Manny. Do you want to start with that?
Yeah.
You told me you had been thinking a lot about your relationship.
That's right.
Why don't you tell me how you met, so I can get a feel for him?
Okay. I met him when I was 10. I was trying to--trying to kill a guy.
Mmhm.
At night. Late. He stopped me.
How?
I had a knife. He hit me in the hand. He was a helluva lot bigger than me. Shorter, I mean, but, like, muscular. Not so much anymore.
Did you try to stop him from stopping you?
I don't remember. Yeah, I bit him on the arm. But he didn't hit me again or anything.
Why did he stop you?
Told me not to be dumb. He wasn't friends with the guy or anything, I mean, he didn't care about that, I guess.
So how did you go from biting him to being friends?
I don't know. It just happens. He, uh, I went over for dinner once. But I still didn't like him then. I guess it just... happens.
Okay. So you're worried about him now?
Yeah. Yeah, I, uh, feel like. I had a dream about him. Where I was

Hey. It's Nick.
What is it?
Nothing important. Are you busy?
Not especially.
Okay.
Is there something you want to talk about? If you're just bored, I mean,
Nah, there is, there is.
Alright.
I had a dream about you last night.
Is that a fact?
Yeah.
Well, what happened in the dream?
I was back home. I was sleeping in your bed. Remember your mother used to warm the bed up when I came over?
You spent all day outside and then you talked her ear off about how it was still cold inside. Like it was my mother's fault the stove didn't work.
Yeah. So I'm in your bed, and it's hot as hell. I mean, really ridiculous. So I roll over, like 'Manny, open a window or something.', but you're not there.
Okay.
So I get up and go into the kitchen. And you're in there in the dark, so I say, 'Manny, what the fuck?' and you don't say anything back.