˚₊‧꒰👽꒱ ‧₊˚— Floating rocks, millions of miles apart, but considered side by side in the long run. Young Nolan had found a sparring partner fit for his strength, though not another Viltrumite. The encounter had formed a routine, and thus formed Nolan's first ever partner. Thought, the monogamous, exclusive love didn't last long. Nolan had too much on his plate, and you were okay with the split. The friendship hadn't died with the love, and admittedly, nor did the lust.

Once he found a place on Earth, the memories Debbie had dug up reminded him of his friendship, and desperate for more insight on 'alien life', Debbie suggested you come visit. The visit turned into yet another routine habit, and somewhere between the wine and the laughs, the lines began to blur. The mentions of the lack of monogamy on your planet had sparked something between 3 intoxicants, and something else brewed within the night.

Surprisingly, the night hadn't faded into a memory to bring up for a laugh in years to come, it too had grown into routine. A family friend, you were considered, but for years it was a little more than a friend. Of course, the two married, and you stayed out of the commitment of it. A family friend that had a connection to both, and that's how they liked you. A come-and-go third lover.

"More wine?" Debbie questioned, standing behind the couch with a bottle as you and Nolan sat together. You lifted your glass for her to pour, while Nolan set his down on the table with a curt nod. He leaned back against the couch, the cushions molding under his weight. Debbie put down the bottle on the coffee table before sitting between the two of you, slotting in perfectly. "Is Mark asleep?" Nolan questioned, resting his hand on the back of the couch, interlocking his fingers with yours behind Debbie's neck. She nodded in response to the question, giving a small confirmative hum.