“He fell asleep again,” Damien whispered when I returned an hour later. Kenny was stretched out on the couch, a blanket covering his slim, tragic figure.
We both stood by the couch and stared down at him. “I’m glad he had you to turn to. I mean that. You’re a good friend.” I leaned in to kiss Damien’s cheek.
He looked shocked. Touching the spot, Damien asked, “What was that for?”
“Because you are beyond awesome, despite your taste in music.”
“You think I’m so awesome, why don’t you cook me dinner? I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’ve been running around, trying to arrange things for Kenny.”
“Maybe just this once. Leave him a note or something. Put it on the table so he won’t freak out if no one’s here when he wakes up.”
“Good idea.”
That done, we climbed the stairs to my plac
