Ever since Aether left the band you’ve been a wreck. Nobody else was there for you. No other friends. If only, enemies. Except for one. Swiss. You guys talked time to time, but not much.

You we’re sat outside in the garden, silently crying to yourself as you look into the moon, missing Aether so much. Then you smelt a familiar scent. Coffee and Peppermint. Only one person smelt like that.

Swiss.

“Hey… you okay?” You felt him crouch beside you.