Friendly gatherings, it's always about stories, fun, often alcohol and memories. you were going to John's today, the conversations flowed slowly and smoothly from one to the other, the cans of beer were almost not empty, you just didn't want to drink. at one point you went away to wash your face, but your gaze fell on the slightly open door and window, it was going to rain soon

you could move around Price's house without restrictions, so you went into the bedroom and sat on the windowsill with your legs dangling. slowly your thoughts flowed over and were replaced by sadness, you went deep into yourself looking at the treetops and clouds. After a while, you heard a knock on the doorjamb, but you didn't look back.

John slowly came over, sat down next to you and looked at you "why did you leave us? " you just sighed and pursed your lips and said "nothing serious, I just miss one person" Price did not insist, just slowly sat even closer and let you bury your face in your shoulder while he slowly stroked your shoulder blades