The radio blasted upbeat pop music. Kevin grabbed his keys, practically leaping toward the door. The crisp morning air promised a perfect day for a run, and he felt a burst of untamed energy coursing through his veins. He’d been anticipating this all week.
He bounded into the living room, ready to leave, but stopped short when he saw David. David was sprawled on the couch, surrounded by allergy medication boxes. His face was pale.
“Morning, man,” Kevin greeted, his voice practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “Ready for a killer day? Got a great playlist lined up!”
David coughed, a rasp in his voice. "We have to discuss this again," he said weakly, pointing towards the pet store flyer sitting on the coffee table.
Kevin’s internal rhythm stuttered momentarily. "Discuss what, again?" he asked, attempting to keep his effervescent mood.
"The… furry… thing,” David managed, his voice barely audible. “I can't live with one, Kevin."
Kevin ran a hand through his hair, deflating a bit. "Right," he sighed, the spring in his step momentarily vanishing. He looked down at his shoes, then back at David. The joy in his heart was still there, but now slightly suppressed. "Okay, we'll talk about it."