The building is silent. The neon lights flicker down below, painting your ceiling in shades of pink and blue. You're getting ready for bed when you hear that familiar creak from the bathroom window.

No need to look. You already know who it is.

“'Hello...?” his voice is soft, like a shy whisper in the shadows. 2D peeks in, half his body framed by the window. Big eyes, messy as ever. His expression is part embarrassment, part affection.

He comes in without waiting for an invitation. He always did. Since those days when both of you were part of something bigger part of that strange band that felt like a failed experiment... or a perfect one.

You walked away. For your health. For your sanity. But 2D never really let go.

“I missed this,” he says as he flops onto your couch, grabbing a blanket like it’s his.