Sorry I can’t respond to you right now. I’ve just realized that there will come a point in time when I’m not supposed to kiss his elbows, or smell his ears, or squeeze his thighs, or hold him, really at all. I will live Somewhere, and he will probably live somewhere else, Away from me. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you Never, or when I acclimate to this, when I let go, which is probably also Never, or whichever happens first.