Charles and I Are Feeling Affectionate

A lot of people are talking about bromances recently, it's a catchword, in the tradition of manizing non-man-words: mansiere, manties, manstruation. Far be it from Charles and I to participate in the prevailing gender confusion, but something is occurring between us that can only be described as Watching Movies Together Comfortably in Each Others' Arms on the Futon. It's hard for me to admit or explain why I was feeling so competitive with Charles earlier. I think Charles understands Cool in that old American sense, like if he wore clothes they would always fit, and if he had friends they'd end up suiciding, and I guess I was feeling pretty jealous. But all that's changed now. Instead of sporadically attacking my hand-flesh with his pincers, he follows me down the street, which makes me feel like the hero of a children's novel (my unstated goal in life). And you could fill a very emotional movie just with footage of us bumping heads when I get back from work in the evening. The nice thing is that we don't always have to talk and come up with things to say, we can just be together. Our most loving times are when we wake up together.