slackest

The first time Matt came over to my apartment (to return a stack of comics I’d let his apartment borrow), I took him out on a decrepit railroad bridge. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I didn’t tell him what we were doing until we got there. It never occured to me that he might be scared of heights. And open water.
But he was a trooper and went across with me anyway and then we stood and waxed philosophical about the bridge that went nowhere until he finally admitted he was terrified and wanted to leave. I’d kept him there for like an hour and a half. In terror. See? He loves people.