I Love My Roommates

Two Snippets of Dialog:
Protagitron: Tragedy, Iris: Richard is going back to Markham.
Iris: Who's Christian?
Protag: RICHARD.
Iris:... Who's Richard?
Protag: Sigh.

A few minutes later:
Iris: Protagitron, you're the only constant in my life.
Protag: I thought that was Mister Claws.
Iris: But he'll die before you.
Protag:... Who, Richard?
Anthony: Laughs loudly from his room.

Yes, my acquaintance Richard is leaving. If you've stuck around this blog for awhile, he was the mysterious V I mentioned way, way back, upon whom I briefly entertained before the Q shenanigans came underfoot. Somehow we eventually became friends. But he also makes me think that some personal relationships are more complicated than simple categories, and that some have, well, layers. Even if they are only complicated on one side. Look, it's like sedimentary rock: here's the respect I have for him as a person, and there's my loyalty to him as a friend, and above that is the knowledge that's all we are. And of course, there's the fact that, even as I babble to him about Neil Gaiman's current run on Batman, I can't look at him. Because I might let my attraction become less subtextual and more textual (sexual?).

Sometimes I think I would much prefer being a stock character in a movie than someone dealing with real, dull life. The editing would be better, and the soundtrack more exciting.