He’s older now, in more than just years. He seems like the adult I am not. He wears tweed and it’s not silly. When we were younger, I think I was the “worldly” one who had been camping overnight and had passed an official babysitting course. I’d prod him into “living a little.” Now, he’s lived in Australia, Columbia, Israel, Manhattan, and mentions in passing how he’s renting out his flat in London.