It’s normal enough for TJ. Well, what he thought of as normal. Just two people hanging out and eating together. What’s more normal than that? Usually, any company he has came round for one of two reasons: sex or drugs. Not that there weren’t those things with them, but Elliot didn’t leave immediately after, nor did TJ want him to. It’s a nice change.

“That’s nice,” he replied with a soft smile. “I never had a lot of friends. Still don’t, really.” TJ piled a couple slices of pizza on his plate, a few breadsticks, grabbed his beer and joined Elliot on the couch. “I’m not sure why. I just always assumed it was me, not them.”