Who cares? What matters is that for that brief precious moment you had the connection again. What a gift to be able to tell him things he certainly already knew but that can never be said too many times.

I still talk occasionally to George, the partner I was living with at the end of my drinking and drug use. He died of an overdose two years after I got sober and all that matters is that sense of the connection that death can't sunder.

Much love, my friend.