"Are you kidding me?" Fisher teased. "Pie is the perfect food. You have all the food groups involved. The crust, that's grain, and you dust egg on there, don't you? That's protein. And peaches are fruits, very good for you. And since you obviously didn't used canned peaches, that's all the better. Is that cinnamon on there? That's a vegetable!" He grinned. "See? Health all the way." With that, he took another forkful. "Of course, if you ever want to feed me something more substantial, well... I couldn't possibly say no to that."
Her concern over his stress made her all the more endearing. God, if she were any sweeter he probably would have hated her. But how could you hate someone who so genuinely wanted to be your friend with no selfish motives behind it? "I had a bad night," he confessed to her. "Several, actually. Friday before last was... just awful. And weird, very weird." It was easy to open up to Ita, even though he didn't really want to. But talking about it was kind of helping. "I got possessed," he told her. "By a ghost. It was the first time." He paused, then added, "I threw up. And cried. It totally sucked."
Ita was such a good listener, and made all the appropriate noises of interest and faces of concern that Fisher just kept spilling. "And then just this past Thursday I went out to get drunk and found myself hanging out with this guy who I thought was totally insane. But he turned out to be pretty cool, and I'm not sure what to do with that." Fisher half-smiled. "I think I like him. Not like like him, but like him enough not to hate him. And I felt really comfortable hating him. He's the type of guy I've always hated. I almost turned into that guy, which I guess is why I hate them so much." He shook his head. "His name is James. Do you know him?"