"How about you? How are things with Harold?" Wayne still didn't like the prick, but he loved Sally and he was going to try to be a better friend. Even if it meant pretending to give a shit about Dingle.
Wayne knew that after the dream it would take them awhile to be back to normal. Every time he looked at Sally he thought about what he had done to her. He was going to hate himself forever and there was just no escaping that. "Uh, do you have any threes?"