Kevin leaned back casually, lifting the can. "Thanks," he said before cracking it open. A crisp sound broke the night's silence, followed by Rogan doing the same. Both of them sat there under the dim moonlight, sipping the rare drink as their eyes wandered to the endless sky above.
"So," Rogan asked after a moment, his tone steady, "how does it taste?"
Kevin exhaled, still staring upward. "I don't know… feels like I could go insane."
Rogan raised a brow. "I wasn't asking about you, I meant the beer."
"Oh, hahaha, sorry." Kevin chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
Silence fell again, heavy yet oddly comforting. The night air carried only the faint hum of insects. Finally, Rogan spoke, his voice quieter this time. "You seem to have a lot on your mind."
"Yeah… something like that," Kevin admitted.
Rogan tilted his head, eyes still on the stars. "If you want, you can talk about it. Who knows, it might ease the weight a little."
