I would’ve taken care of you

His loneliness is my loneliness is ours - part 1

He was drunk when I arrived, a confession made later when we walked back to his place together. He told me to meet him at a sports bar close to Anthor’s train station. The pub was animated by the type of arbitrary howling only a sports game can pull out of grown males. Multiple screens strategically placed above eye level depicted groups of men competin…