Where he belongs

When he came to visit a couple of days ago, I mentioned to him that I was thinking of setting up another blog.  Somewhere I could store all these conversations we have.

‘I don’t like that idea.’

‘No?’ I said, ‘Why not?’

‘This is your journey, isn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I am part of that so I deserve to be here.’

‘Don’t you think that’s a bit strange though?’ I asked.  ‘That I’m changing my life by talking to the Batman in my head?’

‘Yes, but it that is what is happening, so leave me here where I belong.’

‘Okay.’

He hadn’t even sat down, but now it was time to go already.  His hand was on the door.  He stopped:

‘Just one thing – change the color.  I mean, beige?’

And so I did.