The first time Geno leaves his hoodie at Sid’s place Sid doesn’t notice until it’s too late.
He’s standing on the edge of the blacktop with a thermos full of shitty teachers lounge coffee as a bunch of hopped up fifth and sixth graders work off their energy on the playground.
He yawns and takes another sip.
It tastes burnt but it’s all he has.
He shouldn’t have stayed up so late on a school night but he only has himself to blame.
Himself and Geno with his large hands and heavy accent who sucked bruises into his collarbone and left sometime in the middle of the night with a kiss to Sid’s shoulder and a quiet goodbye as Sid pretended to be asleep.