i yelled to him not to catch a misthrown stone and he got confused and walked halfheartedly back and forth when i threw, in between sidling up to me saying, i'm sorry is it ok.

i kept saying, it's ok copp, it's ok. well we'll try later. when i pictured the cloud with the building he quickly lay down in the foreground feigning sleep.

it's ok.

you are good.

we can be good together.