...He doesn't do that. When he's being antisocial, he doesn't just change his mind. Well, he does when I drop in on him, but he doesn't do it verbally like that. Unprecedented. Delightful.
I squeaked a bit, giggled a lot, obtained the most recent burn from hcolleen (and told her not to wait up!), and headed out. He extracted himself from the phone; total call time wound up being a half-hour, a little over. I drove and felt happy.
We settled in with Death Note. He thinks Light is an idiot. This is largely because he is a very moral man and his mind is also twistier than Light's, if that is possible. He also seems to be hooked. I asked if I'd corrupted him; he pointed out that he already likes anime in general; he was already pre-corrupted. Pizza made an appearance in the evening. He started us in on Witch-Hunter Robin. I have decided that one of these days I am going to try doing my hair like hers. He needs to regain self-esteem in the "I can recommend anime for the Lunatic" department.
He was a ghost for Halloween, and had this "werewolf man skull" that he brought to work and set on top of his box. He'd occasionally pick it up and do his version of Hamlet's speech. He showed me pictures of him in costume. OMG the man is HOT in dead-thing makeup. Not that I told him this.
His mom tried to come in and convince us to watch some movie or other that the grown-ups were watching out in the living room. Darkside shooed her out (we were focused on his screen and not looking away) and motioned for her to close the door already.
He rarely looks polished on the weekends, but today was a new personal record in scruffiness. It wasn't devastatingly attractive, but it was very cozy, given that I know that he'd be unwilling to appear at less than his best in front of someone he doesn't trust. We have also got to figure out better seating arrangements for movie-watching, as his neck does not like that position. I was very tempted to help him rub out the kinks, but I restrained myself.
There was some vestige of personal space this time. Upon my departure, he initiated the ritual hug. This time it was a full hug, winding up with my face in his shoulder as per the usual for those. I'd generally been keeping it to half-hugs, but I do so very much like the full hugs. Very, very much.