…they do something like this:
I was walking past Jack’s room the other night and he was lying flat on his floor, clearly about two minutes from sleep. (Yeah, he sleeps on the floor a lot. And the living room couch. And the living room floor. And anywhere but his bed.)
When he saw me, he didn’t move, but his face brightened and he said, “You’re my best friend.”
I am madly in love with Jack.