Back at home again. Brendan carefully hung his coat back up and stepped over to the computer, turning it on, sitting heavily down, leaning back. Alex has heckled him, again, for "not having any friends". He didn't mind it, at least not until it sparked an argument with James and Madison. It was draining, really, watching them squabble over him.
Besides, he had friends. Friends weren't just physical people; they were entities, souls, light in the sky, angels on earth, never strictly needing corporeality to exist. They only needed communication to exist, any kind of communication. Phone calls. Smiles. Webcam conversations.
Online chat logs.
Brendan smiled to himself when he logged into the account. They didn't have a guild run tonight, but maybe--yes! One of them was here.
bowto-kingb: Kat! Wow, you're online. I thought you had work today. bowto-kingb: Let's go quest together! I need a reason to smile. :)
