At Least They're Committed

Well, be glad I’ve already had my shower today so I don’t look all too heinous. My nose is inches from the screen, my eyes wide and searching, looking through the monitor at you on the other side. But all I can see is a dark silhouette and it tells me nothing.

“Can you make anything out?” I ask. Gabriel is leaning over my shoulder, our cheeks are touching as we stare.

“Nope,” he says.

“Weird, unsettling,” I say.

“Quite.”

“I’ve meant to clean this out anyway, I mean in case I die in surgery or something,” I squint harder. “Can’t see . . . can’t even tell if it’s a him or a her who is on here so much.”

“Yeeeah,” he says. “Or if it’s one or more people on different days.”

“Seems doubtful,” I reply. “Pity, though. I rather preferred hiding in plain sight.”

“I fear that’s not the case anymore.”

I nod, cocking my head still staring at you. “Damn,” I say.

He nods. “Damn.”