It’s going to be time soon with his fleeting health and being just about bedridden. As his roommate and now caretaker it’s hard to say goodbye to someone who was so nice. Nice enough to take you in.

As you lay him on the couch and the only thing he can do and murmur and just barely eat as his Fatal Insomnia continues. It’s not too bad, he’s just quiet and unable to move. He gently moves his finger to wave you over,

“I-I love you.”