I sauntered down the hallway immediately-ish and peeked in.
Good night buddy.
Again. Everything still good?
You didn't say "shut the door" tonight.
he said, half-sitting up in bed.
What do you mean?
You didn't say "shut the door" like you do every night. So can you say it please?
I said, and then it dawned.
You mean "je t'adore?" What I say to you every night?
Yeah. You didn't say that to me tonight.
Do you remember what "je t'adore" means in French? It means "I love you." That's what I'm saying to you every night.
Long, intense thought-processing. Deep breath.
I'm going to pretend you're saying "shut the door." And also, will you please close my door?"
I bowed, pulled his door more closed, and sneaked in one more je t'adore as I left. Again.
J'aime les petits moments.