Jim loosened his tie in a careless motion and hung it on the coat rack beside the door. As he slipped off his shoes he could tell from the utter silence that Mark wasn't around - probably out with some non-mutual friends. In all honesty, an empty apartment was fine by him this afternoon. He really didn't want his housemate to catch him sulking with that introspective look in his eye again. He always asked questions that Jim wasn't comfortable answering.
Finding himself in the unlit living room, Jim promptly fell backwards onto their couch, sinking into it with exhaustion more mental than physical. He sat there a time, staring lazily, blankly, at the television even though it was off, realizing in some far away fashion that he was only putting off the inevitable. He was like a rabbit running from a fox as omnipresent as God. Sooner or later the dreaded thoughts would creep up out of his cerebral cortex and infe