sitting with sobek in silence for a long while, our toes dipped in a huge, crystal-clear pool. the sun is prickling my skin, and i feel uncomfortable that he won’t talk.
me: you know, my country is famed for a guy who wrestled with crocodiles in mud
sobek, side-eyeing me: why did you tell me this?
me: i didn’t know what else to say
sobek: learn to treasure these silent moments. you needn’t speak to make yourself feel complete.
me: th…thanks