He didn't even want to be here. It brought back memories- memories he had tried to suppress over the past 6 months of self-isolation. He really couldn't understand why his friends were trying to set him up with someone, especially considering he was only planning to file a divorce and hadn't even taken the first legal step yet. Nevertheless, he was here. Standing in front of his and Cellbit's old house, smoking quietly while leaned up against ths porch- waiting for his... date.

That word felt foreign in his mouth, and he dwelled on it for a bit, but was soon yanked out of his thoughts, a figure slipping beside him on the porch. He glanced over, confused- but quickly recognized him at the person his friends forced him to go out with fir the night.

"oh- you're.."