Sometimes

We tried to act like it hadn't happened. But I knew that he knew, and that it would only be a matter of time before one of us brought it up.
"Are you doing okay?" he asked.
"Sometimes," I replied honestly.
I told myself not to cry - that he wouldn't know how to handle it. The most honest reply I'd given anyone all day slipped out more easily than I wanted it to.
"If you want to talk, I'm here," he said.
"Thanks," I replied, knowing that when it did come up, he'd know what to say. He always does. We went back to work and the playful friendship that is exactly what I needed today. I left feeling better, like maybe the sometimes would soon turn in to most of the time.