Peaches.

I just got home from a visit with Peaches.

It was time to check out his new digs at the rehabilitation centre. It kinda depressed me. I think it's now finally setting in. That place would depress me. He went from a private room at the hospital with a window view to a shared room on the door side. But I suppose you could use your surroundings as motivation to get the hell out.

He looked better when I saw him Sunday at the hospital. I know he's scared shitless (and so am I, for him).

I laughed that he apologized when I decided to call it a night that we didn't really get to talk, for him seeing him is enough. He can't help it that he has non-stop visitors.

I am almost 100% that I'm going to move into the house with his little sister. I don't care what's happened between me and him in the past, or what could happen in the future. All I want is for him to have a full recovery, I would give anything for him to have that.