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"I can’t imagine why." You say with a barely-there grin, wondering if your sarcasm will get lost in your monotone. "I’m sure you’re over-exaggerating." This bit is said honestly, because you think that Nile is predisposed to thinking that people dislike him.

You try to imagine the kind of people he gets along with and you picture a collection of possibly-scruffy older bastards, but he seems to get along with you, too. Perhaps it takes all kinds.

You let your legs settle in his lap, fingers finding his sleeve as you watch his eyes go unfocused. You don’t see that look on him often, but you know it very well. It resonates.

"What are they like? Who else was there?"

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Maybe she would have done better on the trip than you. Maybe she would have absolutely loved it and gotten along with everyone. You ignore her snarky comments at first, lost in thought.

Her hand at your sleeve lets the aperture widen to let in just the right amount of light. What are they like?

"They were ..." annoying, comrades, felt like home, felt like shame, "I dunno. People. Hange was irritating as fuck, wanted to lock her in the bathroom. Auruo's, like, one'a those pendejos who can schmooze you outta your pants without thinkin' twice. Farlan can I just bickered a lot.

"Eh ... Guy named Levi. He was ... All right." you swallow thickly. He scared you, made you feel shame moreso than anyone else, "An' this little thing named Isabel. Farlan's wife. Probably also a criminal; she's pretty funny sometimes."

You're speaking broadly, not sure where to hone in. You know what she's interested in, in particular, and you don't want to touch it, you don't want to wade into those waters.

But you already did, didn't you?

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You sit yourself down on his couch and, incredibly, you feel like you’re in your element again. The feel of the fabric, the smell of his house — he’d just been cooking — his familiar face, more unshaven than usual; it all coalesces to your comfort, whether or not you want to admit it.

You place your violin case carefully on the carpet and draw your legs up onto the cushions, peering at him intently. Your concert can wait. “So, what was it—”

You reach out suddenly to tug at a strand of hair above his lip. “You need to shave.”

And resume immediately. “—What was it like?”

A vague question, and you know it. It could pertain to several things, all of which you want to hear the answer to: How did it feel to be on a road trip? What did you do? What’s it like being around so many people you knew from back then?

But you’ll start gently. As hungry for knowledge as you are, you’re still happy to see him. So you lean in and against the couch cushions, feet resting casually against his thigh.

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The place wants for nothing when she comes in, makes herself at home. All settled on the couch with an inquisitive gaze ( not her usual disdain for your clutter ) you think -- God help you -- that you definitely missed her.

Until she pulls at you. You shoot her a sour look before it settles into neutral at her question. What was it like, huh?

You pull her legs into your lap and sigh, heavy. "Think half the people involved hated me. I know Hange does. Farlan and Auruo are good, though; good guys."

Maybe you turn distant for a second there. You come out of it and shift a little anxiously.

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[ Text => Big Jerk ]: Hi. Are you back yet?

[ Text => Big Jerk ]: I want to hear stories about your strange friends. I also learned something new on violin and I want to show off.

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[ Text ]: Yeah, *finally*. I have a veritable fuck ton of stories, though, so you're in luck.

[ Text ]: Come on over and bring your violin. :~)

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>> This guy ...

>> You haven't introduced yourself yet, but his name is sticking to your mind like gum on the bottom of a shoe. Hot pavement, unpleasant. You sit up and audibly scoff at how he's blatantly hitting on Hange.

>> Where do you know him ... ? You shoot a text to Marie.

[ Text ]: D'you know a guy named Erwin? Goofy plucky-lookin' blonde?

>> She replies, and you swallow thickly.

[ Text ]: That name rings a bell. I don't know if the guy I'm thinking of would be described as " plucky-lookin' ".

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[ Text ]: tfw no sweater

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