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Cub
He was sitting in the back corner of Lost Empire Coffee Co.
It had been three months since he’d been here.
And yeah, I’ve seen the sun through the windows…but something about it feels…I dunno, different? Here?
Here was more of an operative term, though.
Hmm…
Cub picked up his coffee mug, brought it underneath his nose and inhaled. The dark scent of the roast flooded his senses, the world dimmed down to just that sensation.
His headphones rested on the table, and his eyes slid across to the doorway.
Which was just opening with a jingling chime.
“Ah! Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here, my friend!”
Cub felt a smile tugging at his lips. “I had a feeling maybe you’d show up soon, man.”
“Did you? Well, I was excited to stretch my legs, y’know!”
Sausage chuckled as he dropped into the chair across from Cub, a bright grin on his face.
“How did you hold up?”
Hell of a question.
How did Cub hold up?
He’d bent. Gotten dented, broken, cracked.
Raged against the remnants of his own fears, forced himself to take a leap, to hope that years worth of adoration from quiet corners of his nearest, dearest friend had been worth it.
He still trusted me. After all of that.
And now?
Well, now Cub sat in the back corner of his favorite coffee shop, with a large mug cradled in hands that had developed tech that led to this peaceful morning.
Brought back a friend who was smiling across the table at him like he it had only been a few days.
Not months. Not nearly the end, the severing of two societies…
None of that.
Not anymore, anyway. That makes sense to me.
Cub heard everything. The bustle of the street outside, the hum of vehicles going to and fro, the grind of coffee beans and the exchanging words of a thousand conversations.
He took a sip of his coffee.
Smiled over the rim.
“I think I did alright. How about you?”