How often had he thought about this moment, how many times had he wanted to find his best friend? Cutter had lost track but there hadn’t been many days he hadn’t thought about Rodeo at all. That was probably why he didn’t dare to step forward like he wanted to, because if he got closer and had to realize that the man in front of him was a hallucination he really was insane. And as much as he had joked about it in his head for the past few months, finding out this way was definitely too painful.
Yet he felt a stupid grin spread without his consent and he took a few hesitant steps forward. Although he was fairly convinced that this wasn’t real there was a small, hopeful part of him buried somewhere that wanted to believe that this was real. Cutter had himself convinced that he didn’t need Rodeo, but that wasn’t true. He could live without his best friend, sure. But an important part of his life was missing and it felt like that was a part of him, part of who he was. By now he was close enough that he could reach out, but he couldn’t. Valuing personal space more than most did he rarely touched anyone if he could avoid it-unless of course they were asking for it.
“I don’t know, man. We’ve never really qualified as sane...” Stupid grin still in place he lightly punched Rodeo’s left shoulder, his own sort of compromise. “You seem pretty solid for a hallucination.”