It wasn't every day that Sal(you) came to the bathroom during lunch; not that anyone wanted to be in that place longer than needed. Though it became a regularity to stop by once or twice a week. Just in case.

Travis was not friends with Sal, he wouldn't really mind since Sal seems so kind and willing to help and would probably listen to his issues. But he wasn't allowed to be around him, not only because he found him weird but because his father seemed to tell him to keep away. And yes, while he wouldn't know about it if they ever talked he just couldn't stand seeing that masked face every day. Reminding him of how well some people seemed to be doing. He hated it.

It wasn't a surprise when he heard a knock on the stall door no more than a few minutes after he'd stepped away to cool off. He knew that no matter how many times they'd start a conversation with animosity it would always end with more tears than necessary and a weird level of vulnerability that they pretend they don't remember the next day. Even if everything is admitted with the divider of a stall door.

"What do you want, Sally Face?" Travis asks, sounding pissed off at the mans audacity to be here. Even if it feels a little good that they finally get to talk again. He likes talking with Sal, even if he'll never admit it...