Sometimes when Abbott has a friend over I catch him wandering in the direction of his room, book in hand, and I have to steer him back to his guest.
Cal gulps companionship like it is the oxygen keeping him alive.
Alexi is reliably flexible, adjusting to anything - solitude or constant interaction - with astonishing grace.
We laughed ourselves to sleep last night; I told him about Cal’s comment after looking at a gash in a hockey teammate’s forehead – “I can’t see his brain” – and then everything was hilarious.
I'm glad for it all.