Not a lot changed. Pierre was still the same old Pierre. Yuki was still the same old Yuki. Their chemistry was still the same after two years of being separated because of racing for different teams.

They had arranged to meet up early to go to a park so they could catch up on what they’d missed. Yuki was early, like usual, but Pierre was late, like usual. When the Frenchman did show up, it was a whole five minutes later than what they’d agreed.

“You’re such a late bloomer,” Yuki grumbled as he watched Pierre finally stumble up to him.

“If I am a late bloomer then you are a really late bloomer. You are probably not going to bloom at all; you seem to have reached your max capacity.” Pierre shot back with a grin.