Last night K came over for a couple of drinks and then he crashed at my place. So far, nothing spectacular; it was very nice.
There were two weird factors about it, though. First, my parents were there. But they love him, so it's mostly in my head, I guess.
The other thing I didn't know about until just now, when K said next time he could do without being hit in the head by my dildo next time.
(I'll remember not to leave it between my spare cushions from now on.)