Paul walked in to see Kurt hugging me. He grinned through his moustache, which now had handlebars and was grayer than the sky on a snow day.
"Oh my," He chuckled. Kurt let go and turned to look at him.
"Oh uh.. hey Paul.." Kurt smirked.
"I invited her over to meet you, Kurt, not to have you reproduce." He laughed.
"Jesus," I whispered under my breath, but they heard me.
"Too graphic?" Paul joked, and I nodded.
Kurt pushed Paul away. "Paul was JUST LEAVING!" He laughed, shoving Paul into the hallway and closing the door.
"Oh my!" Kurt laughed, mocking Paul.
"Haha," I said, "how old is he? Where's his wife.. his kids?"
Kurt cleared his throat.
"Well, he doesn't have kids. His girlfriend died in '93, months before I.. you know. So he just had this house with tons of rooms. And he was working at a photo printing place, in college to get a teaching degree. And I came to get some pictures printed and we just started talking and stuff. He's totally cool." He said.
"How did his wife.. um.."
"Die?" he said. I nodded. "Cancer."
"Damn Cancer." I noted. Kurt sat down on the bed and lit a smoke.
"Yup."
"So..." I trailed off.
"Do you, uh." He started, "uh do you wanna sleep over, El..?"
