His Companion

“I was his, well you know, his companion I guess.”

“His companion?”

“Yeah, I kept him out of trouble, gave him someone to talk to, an extra set of hands for shifting luggage about when he was travelling.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Neither did I, but his sister tried to explain it once, something about needing a person to show you love without being in love with you.”

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