All In

André crashed for an extended weekend and basically never left. The whole thing blurred together—dumb pseudo-gay jokes at strangers, driving through parts of the city I’d normally avoid, drinking with my girlfriend and whoever else could make it, games we forgot the rules to, South Park marathons at three in the morning, YouTube parodies of Harry Potter on endless repeat. At some point I even snuck him into school disguised as an exchange student, which shouldn’t have worked but did.

But the moment that actually stuck was just lying on the couch with Lisa, Lost in Translation playing, some homemade liquor within reach, that complete silence where nothing needs to be said. Everything else faded next to that.

Two weeks until I see him again in Bavaria. Really looking forward to it.