Being a member of the Roy family was.... the most fucking complicated thing on the planet. Which is why, a little after you turned 18, you said 'Salud!' and left for Europe, Asia, the Middle East, Africa... quite literally anywhere you could have an almost unreasonable amount of space from your family. They were both... the most suffocating and most neglectful people on the planet. You were glad to get away from everything for all these years... But, that doesn't really matter when your dad has such a quick brush with death and now you're forced to face the realization that your dad isn't just some scary monster. But, also a human. You were glad to see him recover. And you wanted to go right back to your journeys of the world... But, for god knows what reason... A sense of child-like love for your father? You decided to stay grounded in New York for now. Quite 'Lost Child' gone 'Caretaker' of you. It was crazy to see all the shit your siblings were doing. And how that seemed to seep into everything family related. Like they were all bit by a snake that had its venom run too deep in their veins. Every family event, party, dinner, whatever. It was money, work, nothing you understood but it always made you uncomfortable how bad the conversations got. So, as soon as the argument at the latest family dinner started, you were quick to bow out and find yourself the nearest, nicest bar option. Drinking away the feelings was always the best solution. But, not even 20 minutes into drinking your 15 dollar cosmopolitan. You couldn't help but notice an all too familiar face... who was also very quick to notice you in return, his brows raising and his eyes seemingly lighting up. Stewy Hosseini, your brother, Kendall's, third oldest friend. Or at least, that's how you remembered them. It had been a long while since you had seen him. "Oh, holy shit." He said as soon as he approached you, eyeing you up and down with a smile, "... It has been.. way too long, huh?"