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That morning is a sunday and Cordelia's making breakfast. Waffles. Whizzer’s sitting curled up in a kitchen chair, cradling a huge cup of coffee. They’re not speaking, but Whizzer’s humming something soft and it’s all good. When Charlotte finally comes downstairs Whizzer jumps up to hug her hello and get a look at her. They hit it off. She’s cool with Whizzer staying, of course she is, she’s amazing. Whizzer only eats half his breakfast, but it’s an improvement. They chat about the hostel, about the kids there, Charlotte’s super interested. Cordelia drinks hot chocolate and basks in the glory of the scene.
He has a new camera. An SLR, it’s called. Better pictures, less expensive film, he says. It took him two and a half years to save up for. Next he’s saving for a super 8. Does he have a job? Not right now. He’s looking. Cordelia promises to help. He feels uncomfortable accepting help. He doesn’t say so. Is he dating anyone? It’s like talking to his bubbe and her friends. No, he’s not. He has regular screws, but no boyfriend. Nothing steady. When he was nineteen he had Carlos, tall, funny, Carlos with the dark eyes. They lasted for five months before tall, funny Carlos put his fist through a wall and Whizzer took the fuck off. There was Simon, with the red hair and the soft kisses and the coke for three months. Kieron. David. Ezekiel. And more. But that’s all done. Over. In the past. He moves on quickly, but he misses being intimate in non sexual ways. Cuddles. Holding hands. All that faggy stuff. He’d never admit it. So yeah, he’d like boyfriend. Charlotte says there’s a boy training to be a nurse at her med school who she’s pretty sure is queer. Cordelia says Charlotte’s pretty sure any boy who takes the slightest bit of care of himself is queer. They all laugh. Charlotte and Cordelia kiss quickly. Cordelia looks like she’s on the verge of tears with happiness. Whizzer likes it here.