He is amazing, my boy. I lured him into watching The Walking Dead with me tonight...who can resist the zombie apocalypse? He kept wanting to fast forward through the commercials whenever possible, which I was beginning to bristle about, thinking he wanted to cut our time together as short as possible. He turned to me, putting a gentle hand on my arm, and said, "No, no, it's not that. It's just that I like to enjoy it- seamlessly."
Who is this child? He is mine, mine, mine. He may look like Tim but he talks like me. Small smile of triumph here.
And then, when the show became too emotionally harrowing for us both, we held hands for at least five minutes. That's who we are when we're together.
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