I asked Brandon if he’d touch the top of the head to see if it was warm. Meaning, alive. Brandon said no. I said, someone has to. He said, it’s your floor. I gave him this look. He sighed and told me how when we went on a date four years ago I was really rude. I tried to remember this date. I remembered lots of other dates, but none of those guys’ faces looked like Brandon’s, not really. I felt like I could grab Brandon’s wrist and put his hand on the head before he realized what was happening. Then we’d know.