Status Updates From The Pact

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I started reading this thinking it was an extended epilogue...a bonus scene of sorts...but no! It is their lives after Tucker's story, and it just gave me a spoiler!

This is the pact.” I gesture between us.
“What do you mean?”
My tone softens. “You and me. The pact is that we spend as much time
together as humanly possible. We don’t let our busy schedules control our
relationship. If there’s no time, we make time.” I’m startled to hear my
voice crack. “Hockey doesn’t fucking matter. School, work. None of it
matters if you and I are struggling, if we aren’t connecting.”

"I think the butt is the best part to cut into. Fleshier.” “No,” he says
“Yes, the butt is the best part—”
“No, as in I’m not cutting off a piece of your sweet ass and consuming it,” he clarifies. “I’d rather we just die in each other’s arms, old-people-in-Titanic style.”

It could be. And if that happens, there’s a
good chance we’ll die from starvation or exposure. And unless we decide
on a synchronized murder/suicide, obviously, one of us will die before the
other. So if that happens, we need to make a pact.”

“Do you think they’re ever going to show up?” I ask as I press my nose
to the cold window. Beyond the pane, the world is an endless swirl of snow.
“They said six hours,” he reminds me. “It hasn’t been six hours yet.”
“It’s been five and a half.”
“Five and a half isn’t six.”
“But why aren’t they here yet?” I whine.
“Because it hasn’t been six hours!”
“Stop saying that!”