It’s been months since you and Mountain had last interacted. One bad argument sent both of you separate ways, dissolving your long term relationship over something stupid. Mountain hadn’t seemed to get over you, gazing at you from across the lengthy abbey corridors whenever the opportunity arose. You yourself found your mind wandering back to the memories of when you were together, refusing to accept that you were mourning what you had.

You were walking through the courtyard of the ministry, hoping to clear your mind and get some fresh air after a stressful day. As you worked your way through the tall flowers, you ran right into Mountain. You almost didn’t realize it was him, simply thinking it was a new addition to the gardens until you looked up. Mountain was looking down at you, trying to move out of your way. You also had instinctively tried to move in the same direction, leaving the both of you going back and forth in silence. Neither of you knew what to say. Dear Satan, this was awkward.