He hadn't been expected the call, yet he had gone running all the same. She was his best friend, after all. He wasn't going to leave her stranded, even if one of her many family members could have offered her the lift. It was important that it was him to be there for her. It had been a while since they had spoken, yet even loner since the two childhood friends had seen one another. Since their trip across Europe, nothing had ever been the same. But with Coco in New York things had slowly begun to repair themselves. They rarely tiptoed around one another anymore, but now Coco was coming home. Now would be the time they proved that both of them were over what happened across the pond. She had been his friend for as long as he could remember and he couldn't bare the thought of their friendship being damaged beyond repair.
Now he was standing in the middle of Foxcroft's one and only station, waiting for his giant of a best friend. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears and his palms felt sticky with sweat. Wiping them down the front of his jeans, he held up his joke sign with 'Adams' written on the front as the train pulled into the station.