Kyrie had enjoyed a hearty meal at the ramen shop and had been a good listener to his companion's rambles. 'We were listening to each other complain; it was a fair trade.' They had so much to complain about. So much to whine and criticize about the life they were living.
It was like meeting a kindred spirit who understood all of his plights and where his problems came from. 'Well, more likely than not, we are never going to meet each other again.' He preferred it that way.
A strange kinship made by a fluke should stay as a fluke, no matter how pleasant the talk was. It was the better way to approach what happened; he sure as hell did not need his problems starting to seep out into someone else's life.
