A tableaux. Two men in a living-room. One seated in a chair, comfortably but still with a hint of rigidity, staring blankly at the couch. On the couch, the other man; lying down, staring at - but probably not seeing - the ceiling.
It could have been a textbook image of peace and quiet, something that evoked feelings of relaxation. Instead it captured the ugly face of stagnation. Straight lines, vertical and horizontal; nothing that indicated motion. Not even the answering machine's blinking red light brought relief.
Mortals would call it unbearable. Gods called it eternity.
Jamie didn't mind. Stagnation didn't bother him. He had time and he could afford to waste some tonight. Waiting, waiting, waiting some more.