She certainly doesn’t expect him to give in without a fight, but she knows giving in is what he’ll do eventually. She straightens up in a self-satisfied sort of way, her drink all the more refreshing because she wasn’t the one paying for it.
“I plan on it.” She tips her glass in his direction, in a sort of mock salute.
There’s a college basketball game on the TV in the corner and the melancholy blues single on the radio has faded away and into an acoustic hit from the 70′s. Phi sips the foam bunched around the rim of her glass and then looks up, gaze directed at Sigma but somehow still looking past him.
“Hey, can I ask you something? And don’t make it weird okay? I’m being serious–”
“Do you ever have dreams? Well no– sometimes they’re not even dreams, but like you’ll be spacing out and then suddenly you see stuff, and it’s like you’re recalling some kind of distant memory. It’s in scary detail, but it’s something you’ve ever actually seen or done before.”
A weird question by anyone’s standards, but probably weirder still coming from her. Confiding wasn’t a thing she did often, but it’s been bothering her all week and Sigma seemed as a good a person as anyone to tell.
For various reasons.
It was for the best, letting the topic go. Won’t be that granting usually, but not worth dwelling on an useless discussion when you have a good drink around your hand. And of course she would tease him either way, no matter what he chooses - so he could only roll his eyes in slight disdain, before tipping alongside her before taking a sip of the beverage.
Lazily does he draw a sigh, and would he had known about the game earlier, he would have been more aware of it, but it’s too late. Now he finds amicable feelings towards the tunes of the radio, strangely a nice playlist they got today.
“--Hm?,” His hum is genuinely concerning, usually that couldn’t come out of nowhere unless it’s something important, he’s aware. After being received with silence, he speaks finally, “What is it?”
There is another hum that sticks on his throat of more than two seconds before he could actually answer her sudden question. His mind processing all the memories of past days, and quickly he finds the answer on the tip of his tongue, “If you put in in that sense ---I have, yes. It’s strange though... I haven’t really thought about it until you put it on the table, with all of the things you can read around about dreams and what not. I merely thought it was a normal thing...,” He places his free hand on his well-shaped jaw, gaze turning to meet hers, “--Like a dejavú or something?”












