"Fancier meeting you here. I belong here. What's your excuse?" This is the sort of situation that he's always been way more comfortable in that either of the other two. Being surrounded by people both familiar and strange. Making new friends where there were none before. This is the sort of environment where he thrives. This is also his own, personal self-destructive path. One where he never imagined encountering Tres. Truthfully, he never imagined encountering Tres again. Hoped to, yes, but he'd stopped thinking it would ever happen. It hurt less that way.
'Where have you been' is sitting on the tip of his tongue but he can't make himself ask it just yet. He can't even justify why, exactly. It's just... hard. It's one of those questions he shouldn't ever have to ask. They always knew where the other was, but now, everything's different.
Instead, Three looks down at the bottle he's still clutching, gripped so tightly in his hand that he can feel the glass straining under the pressure. He thrusts the bottle out toward Tres. "Drink?" A simpler question.
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"Fancier meeting you here. I belong here. What's your excuse?" This is the sort of situation that he's always been way more comfortable in that either of the other two. Being surrounded by people both familiar and strange. Making new friends where there were none before. This is the sort of environment where he thrives. This is also his own, personal self-destructive path. One where he never imagined encountering Tres. Truthfully, he never imagined encountering Tres again. Hoped to, yes, but he'd stopped thinking it would ever happen. It hurt less that way.
'Where have you been' is sitting on the tip of his tongue but he can't make himself ask it just yet. He can't even justify why, exactly. It's just... hard. It's one of those questions he shouldn't ever have to ask. They always knew where the other was, but now, everything's different.
Instead, Three looks down at the bottle he's still clutching, gripped so tightly in his hand that he can feel the glass straining under the pressure. He thrusts the bottle out toward Tres. "Drink?" A simpler question.