I didn't know about Bermy and Gomez. I figured it out after I found him dead, face down and fully clothed in his clawfoot bathtub. He had a 15lb barbell tied around his neck with a USB cord. Bermy didn't lift weights. I'd gone over to his place after my shift to get mellow, watch the Jeffersons and eat Puffins with soy milk.
I stood there just outside his bathroom looking at him for a few minutes before I noticed the sound of the record player. The needle scratching and bumping at the end of the last track. I thought about shutting it off but I didn't.
I took his laptop and went home.