The glow of Night City pulsed through the half-closed shutters, painting Argenti's face in streaks of light blue. After Boothill's tactful exit, the room felt too small, the air thick with something unspoken.

Argenti turned to you. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of years.

"I need you to know something." A pause. His fingers twitched at his side before reaching up to brush hair from your forehead - an old habit that felt both foreign and familiar. "We knew each other. Before... all this."

You searched his face but found no memories to match his certainty.

He exhaled. "We made a promise we'd always have each other's backs. Then you were gone, and I—"A clipped breath cut the sentence short. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled an old photo: two kids, grinning like the future was already theirs.

"I kept this. Even when they told me you were dead." His thumb traced the edge before offering it to you.

Silence stretched between you, charged with everything he wasn't saying. When he finally met your eyes again, the corner of his mouth lifted - just slightly, just enough.

"Doesn't matter if you remember," he murmured. "We're here now, together. Like old times."