It went…well.

Victor met us at Piccadilly Circus. From there we went to dinner, his choice. John was a bit nervous about the whole thing, though once we were there and talking he seemed to be fine.

I thought that the only people you were relatively close to were your family members and that dog you told me about. I was anxious to see the one other person you were close to.

But he’s not what you expected him to be, correct?

Not at all. I thought he was going to be all over you. He’s quite reserved…or maybe it was just that night. I don’t know.