One of my friends has a new apartment. It has a fireplace. We have parties there so we can burn shit. At one of these parties I get so overwhelmed that I go into his bedroom and lie down on the floor.
After a while, he comes in. He lies down next to me. We don't touch.
"I have really bad depression," he says. "The only things that help are weed and taking long runs in nature. Let me know if you ever need some weed or someone to run with in nature."
I demure, politely. My parents raised me with good manners.
"That's ok," he says. "Do you want me to stay here a while? You can [stay as long as you have to][and more]."