That’s the night she got drunk and told us living apart wasn’t working anymore.

When we started this relationship, the plan was to keep separate residences. Elise could see us separately during the week, followed with a group date on the weekends. It’s so laughable now to think we could control this. Tidy the four of us up into a schedule.

We’re not containable.

Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing having Elise to myself on those solo dates. I even got her to a few Mets games. But returning her home the next morning was awful. Accepting it would be several days before seeing her again. Knowing she was spending the night in Banks’s or Tobias’s bed without me never seemed right. The evening of the Ed Sheeran concert, we all finally admitted to feeling to same way. Solo dates were still an option, but the majority of the time, it needed to be all of us. These men I consider my brothers now. And our Elise.

We bought a house together, not too far from my old place in Queens. Elise spent two years at Baruch earning her associate’s degree in journalism, before being accepted to Columbia where she got her bachelor’s. She’s taking her time deciding which news outlet she wants to work for. After her legendary expose in the Times four years ago, she can have her pick.

But trust me, we’ll be keeping a close eye on whoever ends up as her managing editor.

Along with anyone else who comes within ten feet of the center of our universe. Speaking of whom, she’s no longer dancing with her father, because the song is over. Tobias claims her with a kiss on the forehead, swaying her into the next dance.

It’s amazing how much the Brit has changed over the years. He’s relaxed in his own skin. Quicker to laughter. Our boarding passes to London are another item in my scrapbook. He overcame his fear of returning home last year. Having us along for the ride helped. Now, he is the top investor in a series of high-end sashimi restaurants throughout Queens. I can’t be the only one who wants decent sashimi in this borough, he once said. Apparently, he was right.

I have a whole separate scrapbook dedicated to ticket stubs for the Flare. Tobias, Elise and I have attended so many matches, I’ve lost count. We sit in the family box alongside Banks’s mother, who hasn’t missed a game in four years. They added another championship banner to the rafters of the stadium recently—and the night of the ceremony, somehow, we just knew. It was time to propose to Elise.

She wanted to wait until she got her degree to plan the commitment ceremony. Not going to lie, there were some days I thought I would die without having some kind of vow exchange between us. Not because I feared I would lose them without it. More from a need to express out loud how much they mean to me.