not nice
It was a little after four in the morning. How he managed to find all his clothes in the dark, I can't remember. Left me in bed, went into the bathroom and straightened himself up, got back out and gathered his things. I hastily got up stark naked, sober now, stood in front of him. The only light came from the wifi router to my right. I wondered out loud about where I'd put my glasses. Without skipping a beat, his hand went to the elevated counter, I assume purely out of memory, because his eyesight is much much worse than mine; instead of giving them to me, he put them on. Only at this point did I realize I had been avoiding looking him in the eye. Now I was forced to, if only to find out what he had done with my precious glasses - nothing terrible. I looked up at him. He put my glasses on, peered into them, put them on top of his head. "I never realized how tall you were," I said, looking at his face, illuminated by the tiny blinking green lights. I put my arms around his neck, he put his around my waist, I kissed him standing on the tips of my toes. It was four in the morning. He had to leave. I walked him to my door, all two steps of it. After the day we spent waiting, his perfume still clung to his long-sleeved buttondown, the smell wafted through the air as he moved. He put his hand on the knob, but kissed me some more. He started to open the door. I kissed him some more. We said our goodbyes - "Don't worry, you'll see me all the time when we come back from break," I said, my face still next to his, hand still on his cheek. "I'll see you in January. Have a merry Christmas." Gave his hand one last squeeze before I let him go. Watched him make a wrong turn toward the elevator - "Right!" I exclaimed, chuckling. Saw him smile as he turned, stood behind the door and waited for the familiar ding! of the elevator - and then he was gone.