"You're pretty optimistic. I guess that's good."
Pause.
"Sometimes."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that sometimes it's good to be optimistic."
"What are you thinking right now?"
I give a short laugh. End of conversation.

Do you really want to know what I'm thinking? I'm remembering the drive to his apartment. Thinking, "Everything's fine. By the time we get to the hospital she'll be awake. I'm worrying for nothing. Everything will be fine." But she wasn't awake. And nothing was fine. And she died. That's what I was thinking.