Dead Holding

They rinsed their plates with practiced and easy care,
Sebastian laughed and sighed, “I’m dead,” not cold,
Jimmy froze mid-scrub, his eyes set in a vacant stare,
Dropping his plate, he folded like fate had declared it fair,
Sebastian just hung his head, unsure what word he had sold.
Setting aside his dishes, Sebastian knelt beside him on the ground,
He withdrew his cell and prodded Jimmy, waiting for a tone,
Jimmy lay staged like a prize that was meant to be found,
Sebastian felt a steady pulse and frowned at the mess all around.
He rose pinching the bridge of his nose as he returned his phone.
“I meant I was tired from laughing,” Sebastian said with some sense,
Though his eyelids betrayed him, Jimmy stayed rigid and fully mute,
Sebastian waved a finger over Jimmy's face, daring suspense,
His foot tapped the floor as he counted seconds, clocking expense.
Then he sighed and returned to his cleaning route.
At last Jimmy burst into life, grinning, reborn as a friend,
Sebastian exhaled and looked down as the danger grew clear,
When he rose, they finished the task where the dishes would end,
One word bent reason, then tossed it right back to mend,
With laughter rebounding off the walls, for everyone to hear.

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Dead Holding
Misunderstandings fade. Laughter sticks.

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Scene One
“Just dishes. Just water. Just a perfectly normal sentence waiting to be misunderstood.”
Scene Two
“Jimmy heard one word too literally and committed to it.”
Scene Three
“Sebastian counted seconds. Jimmy counted on commitment.”
Scene Four
“Turns out ‘dead’ was temporary. Friendship was not.”