I'm a blue bird

 

"Why don't you just talk to Amy's mother," Cedric wasn't sure he could spend another night of this tossing and turning with Dory. Just when things were heating up between them, Dory was going out on a limb with these violin lessons.

"Maybe I shouldn't teach," he'd decided. Although, the money was nice and Eli was his favorite student, but not his real student.

"Don't say that, just..just..." Cedric shrugged in his dance through their morning routine of French toast and coffee. "Talk to Stan."

"Stan?" Dory squinted as he nursed his black coffee.

"Yeah." Cedric nodded as he went on to turn the toast in the skillet. Of course, he wanted to talk to him about that other thing. Wasn't it a waste of money to have a place he didn't even go to anymore? Still, he knew of Dory's troubles and that came first.

Dory didn't say anything.

"You want me to talk to him?" Cedric brought Dory the plate of buttered egg toast with fresh blueberries. Really, Cedric was trying hard to make more healthy meals. Still, it was never easy to know if Dory liked anything he made. Dory just stared at it as if he didn't know what he wanted him to do.

Finally, Cedric brought his plate of food over and Dory cut into the powdered sugar mess.

"You would do that for me?" Dory sounded as if no one ever did anything for him, but Cedric knew differently. Dory had a pattern of just waiting for people to take him places, staying in cramped spaces for a small fee. Cedric wasn't sure if it was out of being thrifty or just a smoocher. Oh, he didn't want to think the latter. He wanted to think the best of Dory. But he knew Dory was terribly shy too. Thus, perhaps never quite happy either. Somebody had to be Dory's cheerleader and Cedric felt he was up for it.