Because I have no cable television in my otherwise perfect home, I haul my happy ass over to his place to catch "Grey's Anatomy" on Thursday nights. He's working, so I get the place to myself. Better for yelling at the television.
I walk into his living room and the recliner is pulled directly in front of the flat screen television. That was not a sweet gesture for me. That's just how he likes to play video games.
TWO FEET FROM THE SCREEN.
But nicely folded on the seat of the recliner was a blanket, the television remote placed neatly on top, with a note:
"Here you go, Bug. Brrr, it's cold!"
It certainly was cold as hell in his apartment, but my little, beating heart melted when I saw the note. And the blanket.
This is why I keep him.