“Are we going to feel severely depressed this winter,” Matt says, his voice quivering slightly.

Jennifer tries to process the question by thinking about tommorow, and the next day, and the day after that and mentally projects herself into what she is imagining as roughly five months from now.

She moves toward Matt and leans her head against his shoulder.

“What,” says Matt, feeling Jennifer’s grip tighten.

“What,” says Jennifer, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, hah,” Matt whispers.

“I like, really hope we don’t get depressed this year. Seems like, really stupid maybe.”

“Hah, yeah,” says Jennifer. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay I think.”

Matt closes his eyes. Jennifer kisses him on the cheek. Matt touches her leg a little. Jennifer re-adjusts her position while maintaining physical contact with Matt.

“Seems like I still feel really scared,” says Matt, “like, I still feel really scared I think.”

“It is okay,” says Jennifer.

“I’ll be here at least,” she says very quietly.

“What,” says Matt, “oh, yeah, sweet, thanks.”

Jennifer offers Matt the last sip of her smoothie. Matt accepts it with a smile and kisses her on the cheek.

“The weather seems really good, I think,” Jennifer says.

“Damn, yeah,” says Matt, “I didn’t notice that.”