Sometimes, because the buses have become a hazard to an immunocompromised ex-boyfriend who fell off his bike and therefore can't get himself to his job 30 miles away, you agree to let him use your car, because you are a nice person and it saves taking him off the insurance. And sometimes, you actually need your car for a random hour in the middle of the day so you wake up at 5:30 to drive him to work and pick him back up.
On the drive home, he explains that the drug test for the job he's finally getting actually in the city he lives in feels as though it does not test for the substance he doesn't want it to test for, but how can he confirm that? And you spend two hours Googling and determine with 90% certainty this is the case.
Then you listen to the absolutely fucked up list of Mean Girls shit that his exit interview is going to consist of because he works in a field that mostly needs human beings no matter how useless they are. He's got sufficient proof, too, which makes you wonder why stuff like this keeps happening to him, but the evidence it totally does is undeniable.
Through all of this, you realise that his current girlfriend must not be at his place, because he's at your place, and he's still at your place after ten minutes. You also know that he's not usually given to this level of communication about himself until it all has to come out in a big chunk. And you realise that this means you're hearing the chunk. Not his girlfriend. Who won't break up with him even though she's still mad at you because he didn't bother to tell her he was sleeping with you and her at the same time.
You file this information away, because he is your friend, and you want to be his friend. And if you need to get it out again to say, "Hey, you're being a shitty partner to your girlfriend, again," you will.
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