The Hum

(Dialogue)

Man, you ever feel it creep in?”  

“What—you mean that hum?”  

“Yeah. Like right now—us jawing here, close, and it’s good, but then bam, that flicker hits.”  

“Every damn time. Ain’t full-on lust—just warm, weird, like my gut’s remembering old junk.”  

“Got wired screwy—clips, scenes, whatever. That vibe—not banging, just… there.”  

“Exactly. Got me hooked—homo hum, not queer. Soul stuff, but it’d spark hot sometimes.”  

“Still does. Sitting here—your voice, your nod—it’s brotherhood, but that old pull sneaks up.”  

“Same. Feel you get me—deep, real—and then it twists, like my heart’s half-stupid still.”  

“Ain’t stupid—just trained wrong. Years of flicks—lit me up somehow.”  

“Me too. Watched ‘em—felt it—not crossing lines—but it stuck ‘til faith.”  

“Faith’s the kicker—Christ grabs it, says ‘Mine.’ Still hums, though—your laugh just now? Damn.”  

“Caught that too—your look, steady. Ain’t chasing skin—just that spark, tangled in us.”  

“Let’s name it—erotic, yeah, but not sex. Soul’s hungry—world don’t get that.”  

“Nope. Says lust or lone—bull. Scripture’s got it—Jonathan, David, souls knit (1 Samuel 18:1).”  

“Right—pure, strong. That hum? Old wiring—ghost junk. Ain’t us, not now.”  

“Still trips me—feel it, freak a sec, then what? Don’t wanna wreck this.”  

“Me neither—wrecking’s the old play. Recognize it—‘Hey, there’s the hum’—then let it sit.”  

“Yeah—see it, don’t run. Ain’t sin ‘less I feed it. You steady when it hits?”  

“Steady-ish—pray it down. ‘Lord, take this—keep us true.’ Refocus—us, Him, not the flicker.”  

“Prayer’s clutch—‘Christ, hold it, bind us.’ That hum’s a shadow—brotherhood’s the meat.”  

“Damn right—shadow don’t own us. Feel it, nod, shift—talk like this, cuts it clear.”  

“Talking’s gold—naming it strips the power. You get me—hum or not—soul’s safe here.”  

“Safe’s it—get you too, deep. That flicker? Fades when we lean in, not out.”  

“Leaning in—yeah. Old junk’d say chase it—Christ says forge it. We’re forging, man.”  

“Forging tight—this hum’s a test, not a boss. Bond’s stronger ‘cause we hash it.”  

“Stronger every time—soul over spark. You’re my brother—hum don’t change that.”  

“Nope—brother, full stop. Christ’s got us—refocused, forged. We’re good, man.”  

“Real good—tighter now. That hum? Just noise—us? Solid as hell.”