I watched, mouth agape, as I saw the story slowly come together before me.
'Hello, Adolf." A single tear fell from his eye.
Joseph avoided his gaze, turning his head to the side, his chin quivering. Adolf smiled a weak smile and sat himself down in the chair across from him.
"It's been a while, has it not?"
Joseph looked up. Though tears streamed down his face, his voice was clear: "How dare you."
"HOW DARE YOU," he was standing now, his fist on the table, "APPROACH ME!"
He sat back down slowly. "After the way you..." He sniffled, words caught up in his sobs. "Betrayed me."
"Joseph, I had no choice."
"Well what about us, huh?"
Adolf looked nervously at his shoes. He had just gotten them in Paris.
"I HAD NO CHOICE!"
"What about the summer in Geneva, then?" Adolf's gazed trace the ceiling. "You had a choice then. Remember, you dried me off after we swam in that freezing lake. You said-"
"I know what i said, Joseph. This was never easy for me."
"You...you weak, weak kraut. I pity you. Scared not only of the Allies on your doorstep, but also of your own feelings." Adolf sat down in the chair and wept. Joseph walked to the door.
"See yourself out, once you're quite done. I have work to do."