"There he is!" and I leaned towards him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"You're fast, Black Horse" he smiled. "One of the reasons why I miss you, when you are not with me, is that I miss your brain to talk to, from which to get the fastest answers a brain can give. Also mine is fast enough, when there is an emergency. But yours is so good and fast that it makes me proud to be your partner. Long speech." He smiled again and his smile was more relaxed and open now. "I like it when you're fast, Daughter. But this time you were a little too fast in your 'mistake.' How about another one, please? After all, it's New Year's..." He laid down again and closed his eyes.
What tenderness my massive, short-tempered friend. My sweet friend. I bend down, put my lips on his, how warm and soft they are, how I love him. I straighten up and: "Target hit" I say.
"Impressed. Gold medal for military valor. How about another glass, Black Horse?"
"Another glass and another happy year, my Papa."
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