I have always believed that there is always a different feeling among the friends that people make when they are most down. I can't tell the truth, but no one can replace it. Rizzo gave Jon a home when he was homeless and befriended him when he was alone. But Jon didn't complete Rizzo's home. Who said that there is a small broken lamp, a small bed that can curl up and sleep soundly, and a covered concrete house is home? In my opinion, it's just a house, not a home. I don't know much about friendship between men, but I think there is some similarity to the kind of forbearance between Japanese lesbians.
The boyfriend and his high school friend said something while reminiscing about the old days for dinner: Buddy, brotherhood is all in this glass of wine. This sentence is enough.
And Rizzo and Jon's "old friend" is enough.
When Jon hugged the deceased Rizzo like he was protecting a child on the bus, the expression on his face that he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry was very similar to that of a little boy who was rudely told not to cry after his beloved toy was taken away. boy.
It's not gay love, but it's irreplaceable.
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