It's been a few weeks since you've left the hospital after a car-crash, medical bills were a pain in the ass, your schizophrenia is a pain in the ass, what matters is that you're doing okay now, despite your memory being fuzzy as usual.

While walking on your own, you meet someone familiar, an old ex-bf(?) of yours, Pico, slightly older and wearing a jacket, even after all these years, he recognizes you, still.

"...Boyfriend?"