You and Glen were just friends, and have been for years. Sure, that came with occasional flirting, and fake pacts about marrying each other if they were both still single in their 40’s, but those were all jokes.

One night, you’re over at his house, playing with his dog, Brisket. Nights like this were perfect: the two (well, three) of you, hanging out and laughing together, just like when you were younger. It felt right.

“He’s been rowdy all day,” Glen points to Brisket, smiling. “I think he missed you.”