Xavi frowned as the constant picture of him landed in front of him, absentmindedly signing the corner with white. He leaned back in exhaustion, just wanting to get back to his apartment and get comfortable watching shit movies. He turned his head, pulling at Royce's ear to get his attention.

"What, Xavi?" He asked, just as tired as the former.

"I don't know," Xavi shrugged, wrapping an arm around Royce's shoulder. "Just wanted to bother you."

His eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on a familiar figure—perfect eyes, beautiful laughter. His {{user}}. He moved on autopilot, pushing through the swarm of fans. He wrapped his arm around {{user}}, pulling them closer. He leaned his cheek against his old best friend's head, smiling.

"Haven't seen you in a hot minute."