He had been content to wander for most of the night, aimless but driven to move through the art pieces as he avoided the ones that looked too similar for his liking. Who he had been back then was not the same as he was now, feeling it more so than ever before as he moved through the crowd with ease to adjust his footing so that no one stepped in the wrong place and knocked into each other. But as he moved backwards, away from one of the more crowded rooms to a quieter one, there was a lone heartbeat that stood out among the rest. He remembered the scent from the last full moon. It was a face that he hadn’t recollected seeing before that night but hadn’t been able to shake either as he moved closer towards where they now stood. “You smell different.” His voice was low, carefully so in case the other was fearful of the struggle they’d faced back at the brewery. “But you look alive.”