I have good news and bad news. The bad news is Captain tore his ACL skiing and needs surgery. The good news is he’s stuck in Boston and won’t be limping back to North Carolina anytime soon.

I get to Captain’s place. He’s on the phone with his North Carolina roommate, a co-worker of his. Captain hands me the phone,

“Hi.”

“Are you taking care of my Brycee-wycee?”

“What?”

We hang up. I turn to Captain,

“Brycee-wycee?!?”

“He’s oddly affectionate.”