"Kenny. We need to get going," Stan says.

Kenny groans.

"Already?" Kenny asks.

"Dad wants me home, we're going somewhere. I mean, you can stay, but we might not be here, when you wanna come. Plus, I'd really appreciate you coming," Stan says.

"We'll see on the sixth. Won't we?" Kyle tells Kenny, smiling.

Kyle's doing some kind of tricks with a coin while saying it, focused on the coin more than the actual things anyone is saying.

"Sure. Okay, let me go take a shit," Kenny says.

"Okay, I'll wait here. Come back, when you're ready," Stan says.

Kenny nods and leaves.

"Stan. Why did you want us tomorrow anyway?" Kyle asks.

Kyle has that knowing look that is as good as saying 'Fuck you, I know', although still focused on throwing and catching the coin.

"I wanna hang out?" Stan asks.

"Stan, we hang out every-fucking-day. Are you sure this isn't about something else? I swear, I will kill you, if you lie to me," Kyle says.

He's spinning the coin on one of his fingers, still looking at it.

"In your dreams, Ky," Stan says.

"Damn. You've seen my dreams, I guess," Kyle says.

I look at them both, rather shocked by the boldness, although Kyle is still too focused on the coin for this to look like a polite chat, where people face each other.

"I mean-," Stan starts.

"Let me finish, impolite little bitch," Kyle says, incredibly calmly.

Kyle keeps throwing the coin, this time with his other hand, which Kyle barely actually uses.

"Go on," Stan says.

"I was about to say I'm not the only one with dreams, and I know we share a couple," Kyle says.

"And what gives you that conclusion?" Stan asks, laughing slightly.

"You've said it, to my face. Although it was bound to slip up," Kyle says.

As if to look even cooler, Kyle finally faces Stan, while still playing with the coin.

"Do you know, what's fun about having 3 best friends with blue eyes?" Kyle asks.

"What?" I ask.

"They're the only ones I ever learned to read, blue eyes-," Kyle says.

Kyle stops doing tricks the moment the he gives a dramatic pause.

"Give away the most emotion. Unlike green eyes, which are really hard to read," Kyle says.

And he puts the coin on his table again.

"Wait. What?" I ask.

"Blue eyed people are easy to read, Leo. Sad, happy, angry, scared. Your pupils are also really easy to watch and see change. It's fun, really. Especially figuring out things nobody actually seems to point out," Kyle says.

"You just had to say something really cool," Stan says, with a sigh.

"I try," Kyle says.

There is maybe a minute of silence as Stan tries to find a way to ask, what he wants to ask.

Kenny comes in.

"Lets go, Stan," he says.

Stan looks between saying 'lets go' and 'wait a minute.'

"Yeah, you really should get going," Kyle says.

"Okay, stop being badass. It does not suit you," Stan says.

"I don't mind, I like being honest for ones in my miserable experience," Kyle says.

"That's a Stan line," Kenny says.

"No it's not," Kyle says.

Kenny nods.

"Well, Stan. Lets get going," Kenny says.

"Where are you even going?" I ask.

"Dad needs me to drive him and me... and Kenny, somewhere... because apparently 'he wants to see, if I can still drive.' Nope, I feel like he needs to go somewhere and went out for a drink, then remembered, just over the line, that he had to go somewhere and thought that since I can drive, he'd get away with being drunk," Stan says.

"Lets go then. Wouldn't want to make Randy wait," Kenny says.

"Yeah, probably. See you two tomorrow," Stan says.

Kyle waves, still smiling.