Akiva’s mouth did that thing, the little tic that meant he was happily embarrassed. “Oh.”
“What I’m saying is we get one more day together.”
“We do.”
“So I want to hang out with you and eat some terrible New York pizza,” Eitan said and ignored Akiva’s outraged squawk.
“You don’t want to go out?”
“I think the city’s seen enough of us, don’t you?”
Akiva laughed, and Eitan wound a hand at his waist, feeling the expansion of his ribs. “You’re right,” Akiva said. “We don’t need anyone else.”
35
The evening after Rosh Hashanah
Eitan: Shanah tova!!!
Akiva: Thank you, you too.
Eitan: Remember when we ate apples and honey in your backyard and you said I was going to be a great real boyfriend? I wish I was yours
Eitan: Hope it’s a sweet new year!! [apple emoji] [honey emoji]
* * *
Yom Kippur break fast
Eitan: Did you have an easy fast?
Akiva: Yes, and now Rachel is making me eat an entire chicken.
Eitan: Tell Rachel she’s right and I support her.
Akiva: I have told her neither, and yet she persists.
Eitan: Someone should tell you to take care of yourself
Eitan: even if it’s not me
* * *
The night before Sukkot
Akiva: We are building a sukkah, and the children have decorated me.
[picture of Akiva covered in paper chains and glitter]
Eitan: You make a great hut.
Akiva: Many people have said so.
Akiva: Mark isn’t going to let me in the house with glitter on me. I think I have to hose down in the driveway.
Eitan: send pictures
Eitan: I like you sparkly