He responded back right away that he was at the house working on a surprise for Katie and I could come on over. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he said as he opened the door and I walked in. I knocked now instead of just barging in like I used to do. Respect, you know? “Well, you remember how I yelled and told everyone I’m bi? Well, there’s a little more to it and I need to tell you something that I don’t think is going to make you very happy.” He motioned for us to go to the couch and I saw that the floor was covered in small white canvases on top of layers of newspaper and he had little jars of paint all lined up and ready. Stryker wasn’t much of a painter, but his drawings were incredible and tacked all over the apartment. “I’m making something for the baby,” he said, seeing where my gaze was. “That’s really sweet.” “Yeah, well.
