Me too. Weirdly, I think I was only gone a few seconds. Which is how it works here too.
They would have known anyway. There's a TV show about you. Surprise.
Is he my boyfriend? Uh...maybe? I don't know. I don't really date people a lot? I mean, we've gone on dates, and we have sex...a lot of sex actually...but I don't know if he'd call himself my boyfriend. I mean, he's kind of older, so maybe he doesn't like that word. Not that he's old. He's not old. Just older. In a hot, attractive older kind of way. You know? But I don't know if we're labeling it. Or if he wants to label it.
And James thought you and I wanted to date each other. He absolutely wanted to punch me. Which, don't get me wrong, you're great. But with the whole separate realities thing, it never would have worked. Plus we both liked other people.