I did most of the talking, but he was attentive, he listened, while I blabbered on about how much he and his music has meant to me. I was probably the one millionth guy saying exactly that that very day, but he really looked into my eyes and I really felt listened to. Of course he made small, short replies here and there and he repeated my name a bunch of times, but it’s his very warm attentiveness that I will remember until they lower me down into the ground. That and the hug. The long, warm hug. Nancy was right, he really is a great hugger.
Because of this I ultimately forgive him anything.