"I know. Okay?" He was, of course, agreeing to the far too abstract metaphor he'd finagled out of the muddied depths of the less clever neighborhood of his mind. That, and to all the other traits and interpretations he'd made mention of (It was his belief that there are no "facts", only "interpretations".) and he continued thus: "I know. I'm just having trouble lately with my figurativeness and philosophies. I want you to know that you're a good friend, Paul. You always have been and I don't foresee you ever turning into an asshole. You get people. That's rare. I'm lucky to have you as one of my hetero-lifemates. Time for medieval... whaaaat! Medieval times."
He paused, taking another sip of his own coffee. Sure, he loved a good, plain black coffee in the morning, but in the afternoon? The recharge was all about fancy. He was a dandy when it came to his pick-me-ups.