“To be honest, I’ve never really liked watching baseball.” His face drops. “Fuck, bro. I can change the channel.” He reaches forward for the remote. I clutch his shoulder. “No, keep it on. I’ll watch it now.” “Why?” Oscar slowly leans back. “Basta ikaw,” I say in Tagalog and translate casually, “as long as I’m with you, because it’s you.” I swig my beer. “Baseball isn’t so bad in your company.”
