"I know where he is, these days. I mean, kind of. He joined the military right after high school. None of us saw that one coming, so I guess he really was mysterious."

He's quiet for a minute, thinking about the people he'd known in the past, wondering where all of them have gone, what's happened to them, wondering whether any of them wonder about him at all, or whether he's completely erased from the memories of everyone he'd ever known. He's pretty sure he'd never really stood out to anyone, throughout most of school. Even at some of the ad agencies he'd worked at, he doubts anyone remembers him, or if they do, it's vaguely, as the 'weird guy' that hadn't stuck around long.

"It would've been different when I'd been younger if my dad hadn't been so..." He pauses, looking for a word, not wanting to sound like he's blaming all of his oddities on his father. "Well, overprotective. He's always asking me when I'm going to get a girlfriend, always asking me if I'm actually interested in girls, and there's no way I can tell him I'm interested in both, because I don't think he'd get it. I mean, I think he'd understand if I weren't interested in girls at all, but when I ended up with this confusing, ridiculous crush on a guy in high school, it's not like I could go to him and talk about it. And yet he was always there, dogging every single one of my steps, wondering why I didn't have a date to prom, trying to set me up with the kids of his friends..."