The Loneliest Hour (Occasional Fires and Saints)

Preface

“What’s the Loneliest Hour, oso?”

“It’s right after you go home with him instead of me.”

“Him?”

“Him. Everyone. It doesn’t matter. Anyone who isn’t me.”

“I only go home with them because you never ask me to come home with you. Because you won’t ever ask me.”

“I never knew you wanted me to.”

“I’ve always wanted you to, oso.”

“So if I ask you now, will you come?”

“I’ll come.”