I think about him all the time. It’s awful. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Scrawny little mundane bastard. Except he isn’t. Scrawny, anymore. Or a mundane. And I Iike spending time with him. H e m a k e s m e l a u g h. And I like the way he smiles. You know, one side of his mouth goes up before the other one. I miss him when he’s not around.