It was I Don't Know When last summer that I accidentally met Him. I was mostly in Eugene then, running away from demons I couldn't name. Every now and then I cautiously returned home (term used loosely) to make sure everyone was still alive without me.
Adam's parents were in Mexico spreading the gospel, so Jessa and I went over for close friends and cheap wine. Driving up we passed Tom and another boy. This boy wears his long hair like a shield and his socks inside out, and plays cribbage and won't eat lettuce and is covered in cement spackles and second-hand faith. But all I saw was Tom and another boy.
We were probably officially introduced once we got to Adam's, in-between reunions and drink orders. I only remember ending up in Adam's famous loft with Him, having a massage party, proper-style, with oils and no shirts, just like old friends. I don't remember why I gave him that simple, unearned