“Yup. Decent at hockey, still has most of his own teeth, barely snores. His personal hygiene could use work, but look at this face …” He squeezes Kosik’s cheeks for emphasis, and while Kosik bats Ezra away, I approach on his other side. “Not to mention he’s great at spooning, right, Ez?” I turn to the woman, who looks more amused than interested. “Want to see the photos? They’re adorable together.”
