When he woke up it was quiet. His son must be out of the house he thought.

By now he'd gotten used to having Aaron around. They spent only a few hours awake at the same time. But the house felt more whole with his own kind bopping around. He was already sad thinking about his son leaving again.

He hadn't asked yet. Aaron hadn't brought it up. What were his plans next? 

New York

seemed done now. That was the only thing Aaron's Dad could discern. But there was no mention of next steps.

Could his son live here, he wondered. In 

town

. His automatic response was 'no'. But the more he thought about it, it didn't seem that crazy of an idea.

Aaron's dad turned on the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Took out the carton of eggs. Cracked six of them into the skillet.

Father and son. Roomates. The thought made him smile.