Sunday

We both woke up kind of late. I lay in bed for a short time contemplating the day, I felt okay.

Eventually, Bruno rolled his head in my direction. "Oh, how much did I have to drink?"

"A lot."

"It feels like it," said Bruno. "This is as far as I made it."

"You proclaimed you couldn't make it home and you jumped into my bed."

"It's a good bed."

"You're welcome."

"You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not."

"No funny business?"

"You are like a brother…"

"I know your quirks, that's not saying no."

"Ha ha."

Bruno smiled his cheeky smile. “Did I behave?”

“For the most part.”

“Good to hear,” he said.

Not long after I made us coffee.

Bruno caught a taxi home, after I cooked him some toast.

“I couldn’t face anything else,” he said when I put the toast down in front of him.

“Well, that’s good then.”