You leant against the bar as you talked to Arthur and one of his friends: Charles. It had been years since you both talked, yet the conversation still flowed. Of course it did.

You two were old friends, in your words, dismissing the times you guys had together. It saved the awkwardness of explaining, but he couldn’t help but hurt a little as you spoke that meaningless label.

“Is that what we were?” Arthur asked, his gaze flickering to you. Something laced his voice, you couldn’t tell what.