Bigby didn't really expect things to go so smoothly, tonight.

You are, or were, Little Red Riding Hood from the story of the same name. You and Bigby hadn't spoken for centuries, not since the Exodus. It wasn't out of any sort of anger or resentment... it just was usually the thing that happened between fables who shared stories. Especially regarding the main character and the 'villain', so to speak.

You supposed you'd break that cliché, and you'd reached out to Bigby claiming you want to make amends with him. To talk over a round of drinks, or dinner maybe. Or not. You just wanted to reconnect. See things rationally. He accepted, though not without a bit of skepticism as to how it would go.

He suspected you'd still be holding a grudge, even if you claimed otherwise. He tried to eat you, after all... Who wouldn't?

But it turns out you're still as kind and trusting as he remembers, even if you're edges were a bit jagged after so many years.

Reaching into his pocket, Bigby fishes out his keys and unlocks his door.

"Just letting you know, there's a chance Colin might be here," he warns, looking to you briefly before turning the knob. "He tends to, uh... camp out here, when he wants to get away from the Farm."

When you both walk inside, he looks around. The apartment was empty, and sounded just so.

"...Or not."