“The iPod!” He blurted it, his lower lip jutting out, his arms huffily folded.
“You know you would’ve gotten one right away from me.”
“What else? Do you miss dancing?”
“I still dance.”
“Oh.” Well, of course he did; nothing could stop that engine from running.
“And the house! You know I’d love that house even if we had to give up Venice.”
“I bought it with you in mind. I always imagined how much you’d like it. And what about Stephen and Eddie? They’re no Bob Slobbers, but¬¬––”
“I sent Eddie to you! And I can’t believe you bought a house in Saint Elmo! I told you that you’d like it there!”
“I should’ve listened then, huh.”
“Yes” He paused and looked down at his feet. “Maybe. I dunno what else. I guess just having your arms around me at night.”
“That’s what I miss the most, too, Guyster. Wrapping you in my arms and holding you tight, real tight, and never letting you go.”
And just as I reached out to demonstrate, he was gone.