As a child, Guy wore a lab coat his cousin brought home from work everywhere and would refuse to do things without it on.

I wore my father’s old workshirt/my smock, covered in watercolors everywhere. I’d go to synagogue in that thing.

I told Guy that little him wearing a lab coat is the most adorable thing ever. To which  he said that I had to have been pretty fucking adorable and he would have kidnapped me as a child.

I’m fucking grinning because I’m imagining Little Us running around being too smart and all artsy/sciency and the sheer cuteness of our polarities, yet similarities.

Oh my god, I’m a sappy lovesick fool.

Miss him, though.