I've grown accustomed to his face

 

Since my renaissance as a social guy, I race out of the house every afternoon when it's time to go mingle with Earnest.

     

Mornings are less satisfactory, as Earnest and his family like to sleep in.

   

I find it hard to manage my longing.  

I just want to be with him, pee with him, eat with him, walk with him, wear a garbage bag bow like him.