Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words

by Michael Ausiello

For all of our differences, we were incredibly compatible—physically speaking, as well. The size and shape of our bodies created the coziest, most soul-enriching canoodle. As the smaller of the two, I backed myself up into Kit’s embrace (while mimicking the dump truck–style warning beep), and he would promptly wrap himself around me like a human Venus flytrap. We were like two puzzle pieces connecting, so much so that Kit took to whispering “click” in my ear once we were fully attached. Whenever we attempted to mix it up by doing a reverse canoodle—little ol’ me awkwardly spooning big ol’ Kit—it would generally last about thirty seconds before Kit declared, “Let’s do this right,” at which point we would revert to our nature-intended positions.