Friends was my favorite show to watch, even though it was an old one.

I liked any sitcom that centered around friendship and relationships, but Friends was the best.

I was in the middle of watching an episode from season two, the one where Joey moves out, when Jared Fitzgerald came into my room. I had seen the episode many times before, but I was still a little frustrated at the interruption.

I hit the space bar on my laptop to pause the episode, then set the computer aside on my little bed.

Fitz smiled at me from behind the hard plastic faceplate of his hazmat suit helmet.

Watching friends again? he asked. I nodded.

Maybe you should take a break. Find something else to watch. You know how you get after watching shows like that.

You're not a teenager anymore. Maybe try something else.

Like what?

I said.

Spy movies?

Shoot them up action films?

Movies about outbreaks?

Hey, Fitz said.

That's not fair.

You know me better than that, Stephen.

I'm just concerned about your mental state.

You know that.

Fit sat down on the bed beside me and put one highly protected arm around me.

The material of the hazmat suit crinkled loudly.

Yeah, I said, slouching.

I'm sorry. It doesn't matter what I watch. It all reminds me of what I am,

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