He was exuberant, a ray of sunshine, and up for the adventure, despite often getting too distracted to get out the door until the adventure had come and gone. He was cerebral and I suppose outgoing, although with him that took the form of being rather tactless and oblivious to any sort of social decorum, routinely getting us kicked out of events, and getting bored of me after a year and a half. He then explained that this happens to him every two years, and maybe after he got it out of his system he’d want to come back to me, delivered with the self-satisfied grin of a kid who knows his brother is about to get in trouble for what he did.

And you know what? Despite it I would take him back, because I’m loyal and it’s hard for me to change my feelings toward someone. And he was my little cheerbot and was disconnected enough from the depression that I go through to stick with me for far longer than most would have. There you have it!