Edge of a forest. B watches the lake.

A arrives.
 

A
I saw some bluebells on the walk, waving to me in the breeze.
 

B
How did you react?
 

A
Badly. I gave them the finger.
 

Silence.
 

A
How long has it been?
 

B
Ten years... Eight? I can't remember. It's pretty consistent. Nothing looks different.
 

A
And me?
B inspects A.
 

B
Less pimples, more wrinkles. The weakness is still visible.
 

Silence.
 

A
Can I join you?
 

B
Nothing would please me more.
 

A steps closer, hugging B's waist.
 

B puts his arm around A.
They look out across the lake.
 

Distant sounds of rowing.