"A movie CD," He repeats to himself, a note of wonder in his voice. CDs had only just gotten popular. He'd still had music cassettes. Had.

But that's unimportant.

"Yeah, I do," He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You're my friend. Friends look out for each other. I gotta have your back, even for that stuff."

Was it too bold to say they were friends? He hopes not...

He digs through his bag of stuff and pulls out the other phone, lifting both. "Got it."