It's been over a month now, us being friends. I suppose nothing much has changed, except that he smiles when he sees me and laughs at the jokes I crack. He runs errands for me when I'm busy at the office, working overtime, or preparing for a meeting. He shows up unexpectedly. It almost drives me mad, but I find some sort of happiness in it.
We've spent countless hours together, talking about everything and nothing at all. Of what he's told me about himself, his life has been very simple. No crazy love stories, no ridiculous adventures with his friends...
It was just empty.
I guess that's where he's changed a bit.
He smiles a lot now. We snuck into Mark's gym when he was at his parents' house and wrecked the place after a big bottle of whiskey. He disappeared the morning after, and I got kicked out after three hours of cleaning the mess.
He even showed up on my birthday, an hour after the party was done. He brought cake and ice cream. I was asleep before we could finish either. There was a pool of ice cream on my floor when I woke up, and he was gone.
I never really gave any thought to it that he hadn't mentioned his family. Not even once. He said he didn't have any friends. I didn't doubt that. His attitude is a curse. I never introduced him to any of my friends either.
Our friendship is like a small private world made just for the two of us. Anybody else just doesn't fit in.