A/N: Missed a day sorry. :( Bff is moving out of town (a hour and a half away) to move in with his BF (my nephew *squee) so I was spending time with him but here I am back at it!

"How did you meet?" simple enough, a test the waters question. I hope. I' not sure how much I want to hear but I know damn well he is going to want to know everything from me. So I will ease into it.

"Yale, in the courtyard." he looked smug and satisfied. "Which was your first one?" he motions to my arm.

I turn my wrist over and show the two interlocking stars there. "This one"

"What?" I wag my finger at him.

" Uh uh uh, no you don't." He clammed up and rolled his hand at me to carry one. "Thank you, who approached who?"

"Him to me." dang this was gonna be a tough nut. "Why the stars?"

"I was drunk and it was a whim." I can play the game too. "Did he have a pick up line?"

"Why does it matter?" my turn to give the glare at his answer. He rolls his eyes but answers. "Not that I am aware of. He said hi."

"That really doesn't," I stop speaking when his hand grabs my ankle and pulls my leg down beside him. We are mirror images as he puts his hand on top of my leg.

"You were saying?" how the hell is he so calm with all this contact while awake? I try to fake it and remember what I was going to say.

"Um yeah ah, well that doesn't sound like a sweep you off your feet moment."

"It wasn't. We weren't ever like that." Oh but you deserve it. I wish he would say more and I itch to ask. But it's not my turn.

"What was your last one?" I point to my neck in answer. "Wh," I smile and he stops.

"What was it like with him?" I can't bring myself to call him what he was or even say his name. I know it isn't right to hold a grudge against the dead or think ill thoughts. It was irrational and made no sense but it was there.

He ponders, I can actually see his thoughts gather. Like he is trying to find a way to word it. All the time he is thinking I seem to ground myself while waiting by watching my hand on his leg. Reminding myself that it is me here now.

"I don't know how it was, I guess I would say easy?"I cock my brow and look up under my lashes at him. "Well for a good long time it was."

"And then it wasn't?" he shakes his head at me but not in response to what I said.

"Why those words?" That was an easy one.

"I love the song and kind of took it as a motto after my last stint."

He nods and changes up the pattern he is tracing. "It's a good one."

"Yeah it is." he has a little smile on his face that makes me smile and I know what I want to ask him.

"Did he make you smile like that?" the smile slips.