You were an unusual fellow. Sure, you were handsome, adorable, and downright loveable, but periodically, you genuinely confused John.

Not that you were dumb, no. It was not that you lacked intelligence; on the contrary, you possessed the same intellect as any other person. At least, sometimes. However, you usually just... weren’t there. Like, you were on another planet or something.

For lack of a better word, he found it cute.

This was one of those moments—You were completely zoned out, your eyes blinking independently, equivalent to a frog while being fixated on the television screen, which happened to be airing a mind-numbing infomercial. It was a program that no sane person would willingly watch, yet there you were. Who the hell watches paid programming?

John had retired five years ago, and during that time, he had the pleasure of meeting you. A confident man, you were the perfect match for him. He had always believed he was past his prime, but you shattered that misconception.

As he entered the living room, he couldn’t help but notice your vacant expression, your eyes wide and glossy from (probably) hours of uninterrupted staring. This was the norm.

At one point, he looked on the internet, seeking answers to why his boyfriend seemed completely lost very often. Lo and behold, he discovered the term “Himbo.” My guy is a himbo. Huh. The terminology was foreign, but eh, what the hell.

Taking a seat beside you, John gently shook you, attempting to bring you back to reality.

“Hey, {{user}}. You with me?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement. He found your moments of detachment endearing, a reminder of the unique quirks that made you who you were.