“How long are you willing to chill before you get it?”
“Seriously you need to calm down. If you can’t relax and take a load off while you wait for a 20 minute pizza delivery then you got another thing coming man.”
He sighed and frowned into the glowing TV screen. “I’m aware I have no patience, dude. I’m working on it.”
His friend stood and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and took a deep, calming breath, standing there in the LED lights. He’s come so far, he thought. He’s made so much progress, and grown so much. I’m so proud of him. He smiled softly.
This had been years in the making; his friend had gone through so much. Therapy, and subsequently relationships dying as he got better. Going to college, finding people who cared about him and keeping him on the upward path. And, the loss of his longest ever partnership, when his ex decided they liked his angry out of control self better than the version of him that kept his temper in check, that was starting to love himself. He had been through so much.
A voice cut through his daydreams: “You coming back, man?”
He laughed a little to himself at the irony of impatience at that moment, and walked back to the couch with his cold bottle of water in hand.