The highlight of this evening would have been knocking over a whole row of Ben's books and discovering a lovely collection of pressed lilacs between the pages of the heaviest hardcover he owns (a Poe collection, I have the duplicate). When I asked him about them he asked me if I remembered the first day I was able to go for a walk after Cole lost it all over me and Ben picked enough lilacs to fill three vases because I love them?
You're flooring me with this, Benjamin.
Were you going to give them to me or something?
No, I was just keeping them because it was a good day for us, we had a nice afternoon that day.
Yeah we did, didn't we?
Please. You were so high on Vicodin you had no idea.
I knew I was loved by you. And I loved you too.
Yeah? That's good. That makes me glad.
He had to go then, before I got a chance to tell him that it makes me glad too.