Laughing. A lot of it. Laughing was good. A little embarrassing, sure, but Ira certainly wasn’t about to complain. A sheepish grin worked its way over his face as he watched Staas double over into the couch in fits of giggles, and after a couple of false stops he rolled his eyes at the older man.
“Okay, okay. I thought so, but—“ Ira waved a hand—“ just in case.” He straightened up after that at the mention of Staas’ friend, unfolding his legs to the floor. Which was annoyingly cold, so he immediately shifted back into the sitting, semi-fetal position.
“Best friend, huh?” Staas’ phrasing struck him, and Ira sobered up, wondering if he should ask. But whatever, they were on a roll at this point, what could it hurt?
“...Wait, um.‘Was?’” he echoed cautiously. If this turned out anything like most of what had happened in Staas’ life, it wouldn’t be a happy listen.