Drifting off to sleep. Jaw nestled into the crook of Steve’s elbow.

“So what were you like, when you were the same age as I am now?”

Pause.

“Um – weirder. Much weirder.”

“How so?”

“It’s difficult to describe.”

(Cannot fathom what he means by this.

How could he ever have been weirder than he is now? Not possible.

I say this with love.)

Staring up at the ceiling in the dark, murmering aloud –

“I wish I could meet him.”

No answer.

On the brink of sleep.