"You seem angry," he said.
“Yeah,” I said. We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus when Gus told us that he feared oblivion, and I told him that he was fearing something universal and inevitable, and how really, the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
"Gus really loved you, you know," he said.
“He wouldn’t shut up about it.”
“I know,” I said.
“It was annoying.”
“I didn’t find it that annoying.”