"Really? A fight? But you guys never--"
"No it was a fight," he confirmed as he jabbed the power button on his computer. "'Where is this all going'? and all that. The old elephant in the room."
Marina frowned at Danny.
"Come on... you two have been doing so well this past year."
"I don't know..." Danny slumped in his ergonomic chair. The palette wheels and mock-ups were shreiking his name. "You know how it is. He's so proper and quiet and ... safe?"
Marina stuck out her tongue. "He's been 'safe,'" she injected, "for the last two years. What happened now?"
"So Friday I called him - you know this - to see if he could ditch early. I figured, Sasha's working in London, we might as well have a little fun too. But instead, he's like, it's not a federal holiday," Danny dumped the word like Eeyore, "so he won't leave early, not even an hour.
"Anyway, it's nothing. It just sort of set us off, and we fought all weekend. I just want to do something interesting with my life."
Marina had gone back to the erasable wipe-board sheeting she'd used to cover her half of the desk. "Boring. Call me when it's over, why don't you. Or to tell me you've gotten engaged."
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