"Hey! Napoleon!"
Jesse knew the cry all too well. He thought that since he hadn't been in the city in so long that he would have been forgotten. But there was the boy, right on the stoop, as he'd been before all of this, before Mark and marlins and I was your only friend. It almost came as a bit of a relief to Jesse, though, that his favorite vagrant was still wandering the streets of New York.
"Who's that and why'd he call you Napoleon?" Andrew asked, his hand loosely interlaced with Jesse's.
Jesse chuckled. "That's, ah, that's Abraham." He explained their relationship to his boyfriend and after about five straight minutes of laughing till he cried, Andrew insisted on meeting this Abraham ("What kind of a name is that? Honestly? How can he be real?"). Jesse couldn't come up with more than ten ways to say no, so Andrew ended up dragging Jesse alongside him, back to this boy.
"Hi, Abraham," Andrew said brightly as Jesse stared at his feet.
"Who're you?" He eyed Andrew suspiciously.
"I'm Andrew Garfield. Jesse's boyfriend."
The look on Abraham's face was one Jesse would never forget for the rest of his life.
"I've been told you think Jess here is Napoleon Dynamite. Now, that's a fine movie, but he wasn't in it." How he managed to keep a straight face was a mystery to Jesse.
Abraham sort of gaped at Jesse. "So…you're his man, huh?"
Jesse allowed himself a small smile. "Sure, Abraham. I can be that man."