Cass grinned at Ezra. The other had gotten taller than him at some point in time, though he couldn't quite place his finger on when. There were oddly fuzzy moments in his memory, things that he couldn't bring himself to remember no matter how hard he tried. Somehow, he became aware of these holes most when he was with his friend. Like now. He couldn't remember when Ezra became taller than him, and he couldn't remember when they fell out of touch. It was strange. It felt like they fell out of touch, and yet he felt so familiar to him. A lot of things were strange, lately, and he couldn't seem to put his finger on it.
"Yeah, no kidding. It was one hell of a year that's for sure." He paused after the words left his mouth. Again, what exactly was it about the year that made it one hell of a year?
But he couldn't be bothered with questions like that. Not today, not now. This was supposed to be break time, fun time, catch up time for the two of them. Dealing with his own problems could come later.
"Oh I don't know," he said with a chuckle. "I guess surviving? That's always a good one, isn't it? You know, with school and all that. Eh, I guess I'll figure it out when I get there. It'll work itself out if I keep chipping away at everything life throws at me, right? Now your turn. Got any plans or goals sniffed out?"
Oh look, there was another one. Dog metaphors. When did he start associating Ezra with dogs?