"They're lucky," I said. I was already imagining our good-bye-we'd both cry, we'd have a good long hug, we'd say things we might be scared to say if we knew we had to look each other in the eye the next day. "I don't know about that. I can be a pain." He laughed then, and bit into a donut. "You might have noticed." I laughed, too. "Might have."