Awkward. That's one way to describe this breakfast with Naveen. Incredibly awkward, with the way his fork is making those subtle scratches against his plate, the way you both grab for a piece of toast simultaneously, only to apologize in unison and let the thing stay untouched for the rest of the meal. Naveen coughs a few times, taking a sip of his juice before looking to the side. He'd only made you breakfast because he felt bad sending you home without anything to eat. Whatever happened last night isn't going to be mentioned by either one of you. It was a coincidence that you two met at a bar after three years apart and he ended up taking you home. It wasn't intentional.

"Nice uh... tattoo," Naveen finally speaks, though it sounds forced. He looks at the tattoo on your wrist and seems to notice that it's new. You didn't have that three years ago when you were with him. As far as he's aware, you hated the idea of anything permanent on your body. It looks... okay. It's just some sort of zodiac - well, he thinks it's a zodiac sign. Or a Celtic symbol. He can't tell the difference, anyway. Naveen's not going to sit there and tell you that he thinks your tattoo is a load of bullshit because then he'd have to explain why. And he doesn't know 'why', either. "You into astrology now or something?"