[Kallile]

At first Kyrie didn’t think he was going to say anything. She wouldn’t have held it against him—how horrible a person must she look like to be saying those things. Her cheeks still burned red and slowly she drew a hand up to her chin and slumped slightly forward to try and act nonchalant. She was about to say something when the man started chuckling.

“Uh, no, I wasn’t really saying I wanted them. Just that problem wise I think I would take your burden over my own if I could.” Surprise washed over her face to hear his laughter and his answer, and in like turn she let him finish before adding any insight of her own. She couldn’t shake the feeling it gave her when he mentioned children at school pulling off his feathers. So many things bothered her—the family-less man who was trapped by taboo and lack of choice seemed to only create more questions in her mind rather than answer any.

“I could quit and change my course in life, yes…” she began quietly as she contemplated giving him the reason she hadn’t quit already. Her frown deepened as she shook her head dismissively. “…it’s a silly reason anyway, you probably wouldn’t be interested.” Working a job so that her future family she hoped to have would have a nice life free from money worries? Even though she hadn’t even met any men worth her time and energy? It even sounded sad by her standards.

“I’m not really understanding…who tells you that you don’t have a choice? Who has any right to say just because you have wings you can’t do whatever you want to? You are the farthest person from a freak I have ever met…and I work with more freaks than I can count.” She found herself getting a little mad at the idea. Sure, the added appendages looked as awkward as they probably felt in human-made spaces,  but that should never mean he had any of his human rights taken from him. “Have you ever thought of fighting back? I mean…I know I’m not in your position and I don’t know how all this works but…there’s got to be a loophole somewhere. Right?”

She leaned back into her seat, frowning softly as she tried to mull over all this information. The offer to do anything she could to free him from this modern-day slavery went unsaid, and instead she focused back on Cristobal thoughtfully. “What would you have said, had you ever gotten to, about what you wanted to be?”

[Jaykobell]

"You can't even begin to understand what my life is like if you think you would rather have my wings than the life you have now." Whether Kyrie would tell him why she wasn't quitting her current job was none of his business; especially now when he couldn't care less to put much thought or effort into it. "Why you're still doing a job you hate isn't my business, and I don't care," he admitted bluntly, though his voice made his hard to judge whether he meant it or not. "My point is that you have the choice to quit it whenever you want. You at least have that freedom."

Again Cristobal found himself chuckling at Kyrie's questions. Fight back? Sure, he could try to. It's not like he hadn't tried before. As for who was keeping him from making choices, well... "Everyone else," he answered simply, even though that wasn't really an answer. "Would you welcome a well-known criminal into your work place? People see me the same way. The wings will frighten the customers, they'll freak people out. You'll break things, or you'll make a mess. They're the petty reasons; others just consider us to be the same as having colored skin or a different gender-orientation. It's not hatred that can be explained. Don't you think we would've tried to get rid of the source if we could explain it?" Why did racism exist? Why did certain people think they were better than others? There was absolutely no reason for it. It was something that couldn't be explained, and that you couldn't get rid of. It was human nature to hate what was different, and that was Cristobal to a T: something different. "You're asking questions that can't be answered."

That said, Kyrie's last question to him spurred no answer to him. He tapped his belly slightly, his hands intertwined and resting together on his stomach, as he slouched back just a little bit. "I have no idea," he answered honestly, even if, again, his answer wasn't really helping Kyrie much at all. "It's not like I really bothered to think about it, all things considered." But now that the question was presented to him, what would he do? What kind of job would he want for himself, something he would enjoy? "I'm not even sure what I enjoy," he admitted, breathing deeply, but not sighing. "Besides going to work and just staying home and doing chores, I don't have all that many hobbies." Which wasn't because people forbade him to have any; he just didn't have any motivation to have all that many hobbies. What was the point when everything had to be "enjoyed" alone? There was only so much he could do by himself before he got bored out of his skull or the hobby getting dull from being experience the same way over and over.

[Kallile]

Kyrie sat thoughtfully as she listened to what Cristobal had to say. It all made sense, yes, but that didn’t make it sit any better with her. She couldn’t pretend to be ok with the oppression and racism, and she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t care. She moved to say something, possibly profound in nature, but closed her mouth and ran a hand over her face. She didn’t know what else to say to try and make her feelings better known. It was like talking to her father—he would sympathize but he never really understood her emotions. Apart from that, the honesty with which he proclaimed his lack of care left her feeling a little defeated. She was a silly child for thinking they had possibly overcome that to talk openly.

“Well…sometimes asking questions that can’t be answered if the only way make people think about where they are.” She finally managed. Looking to the opposite side of the car that they had entered she scooted closer and reached out to open a mostly hidden latch. Inside was a small fridge with assorted alcohols in it. She pulled a bottle of malt out and looked at it before grabbing a second and handing it over towards Cristobal.

“Here, have it. If you don’t want it that’s fine, but it’s yours if you do want it.” Popping the top off her own she took a generous sip. Holding the bottle and turning it carefully in her hands, she gave a small smile. “When I was little…I always wanted a family.” She began, not looking over at the man across from her. “I know it’s dumb for a kid to just want a family but…I did. I always loved babysitting for my neighbors and teaching kids younger than me about everything I had already learned. I always thought I’d be a good mom….or something.”

Another drink and a chuckle. “There wasn’t anything at all you wanted to do? Dreamed of doing?” She asked again, trying not to sound too pushy on the subject. But hobbies and dream jobs were two very different things.

[Jaykobell]

While probably unsatisfying, the answer had probably been enough for Kyrie to realize that there was nothing more to say on the subject. Even Cristobal fell quiet once he was done answering her; although he wouldn't deny that his mind was still a little bothered over her last question. He had never bothered with that question, considering he knew it was just a waste of time to even think about it. He would never be able to get anywhere, so why even think about the impossible? In that respect, he was far from being a dreamer.

Unlike Kyrie, whom seemed to be quite the opposite of him. He didn't have to think about where he was, either; he could see it every single day, see the very same routine every single day that reminded him of what he was doing for a living and why he was doing it. Having a job specially cut out for him because of those stupid curse that were those wings, making a paycheck that barely covered his rent and pretty much living off cheap foods that happened to be on special that particular week. He knew very well where he was, but that sure didn't mean that he liked it. The less he thought about it, the better.

And quite suddenly, taking that bottle that was offered to him sounded quite appealing. He was tired, groggy, he felt like he didn't care. Maybe that was the only thing that pushed him to actually take that bottle, despite his insistence that he wouldn't take what wasn't his. Not to mention, Kyrie would complain about it if he didn't take the bottler from her. If anything, he could just save it for later. Some free alcohol sure didn't sound all that bad, considering the stuff she was offering him. "Well now it'll go to waste if I don't take it..."

When the model in front of him actually chugged down the drink almost in a scary way, Cristobal blinked. He hadn't excepted Kyrie to be so direct, though that single move loosened him up a little bit. If she didn't really care, he didn't need to either, right? Opening up his own bottle that he'd been given, Cristobal took a few small sips, himself, to take in the taste, and while he was listening to Kyrie's continuation on the dream-talk. "Dunno," he answered about her own dream first, keeping the bottle at bay for a bit. "It's normal for a girl, I guess. Boys don't care for kids, but it's like girls go crazy when they see a baby." And then his face turned sour as he remembered his job. "I've seen and heard enough stupid tykes that I don't want any..." How many sleepless nights of carrying about those stupid babies to those adoptive parents? Just the thought was dreadful. He couldn't be more thankful that they were very rare jobs.

"And dunno," he answered, this time about what he had ever dreamed of doing, if anything. "I have no idea. I dunno what I like, what I like doing... I don't know anything." There were a few more sips before he went on. "You could have dreams and stuff... I couldn't. I didn't dream because there wasn't anything to dream about..." Except for dreaming about actually free, but was that stupid? "Guess the only thing I ever dreamed of... was being free I guess. So I could actually make my own decisions and that kind of thing."

[Kallile]

She gave a small grin after finishing her first swig as she watched Cristobal do the same. She was normally an outspoken person to begin with—not for the sake of being loud or right just because she preferred to be completely open and honest—but the alcoholic additions certainly were helping to embolden her further. “Well, it wouldn’t have. But now it will if you don’t finish it.” She teased with a laugh and a small hiccups. She blushed and covered her mouth instantly before giggling again.

“I think that’s really normal, for guys to not like kids. Which is probably why girls have them or else there would never be any.” She said, her tone notably lighter and about as bubbly as her drink. She shrugged a little and took another, much smaller, sip from her bottle. “I also think it’s normal for guys to not care until it’s one of their own. Especially if you have any kind of emotional attachment to the mother; but that might just be me. I dunno…I’ve just always thought having a family was something I really wanted. Instead here I am with all these things instead.” Swirling the liquid around a little she glanced down at it and shrugged again.

She frowned a little, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do with that request to help him realize it. She spent so much time and funds helping sick children have their wishes fulfilled, but Cristobal truly didn’t have a dream or hope she could help him reach.  Not anything nearly plausible, anyway. “Maybe one day there will be a way for that to happen. Who knows—maybe in just a few years the world will start seeing you differently.” She moved her mouth to say ‘I don’t understand why they don’t know, I like you’ but the words went stale in her mouth and she cast a glance at her alcohol. Perhaps it was making her a bit too emboldened…despite that she took another swig.

“I really don’t know why I’m doing this.” She admitted and then, to clear up confusion, lifted her bottle a little. “I really don’t ever drink much. Not that I don’t like it I just…don’t really have good reasons to. So, somewhere in all this, there must be something good.” She squinted at him a little thoughtfully, then beamed. “To new friends, even if accidentally and possibly only for the night. Tomorrow you can deny everything if you want.” She laughed. Well, if he was really so cautious he would probably deny that he had spent most of the night drinking and riding around with a model anyway.

[Jaykobell]

When Kyrie mentioned it wouldn't have gone to waste if he hadn't opened the bottle, it took quite a few seconds for Cristobal to register. She was right: the bottle hadn't been opened, so by opening it, he'd ended up putting himself in this situation where he had to finish it. "That was dumb..." he murmured to himself, staring at the bottle. There was very little for him to do at this point beyond continuing to drink as well.

"Eh. I dunno. It's like animals, I don't like small things I have to take care of. Nobody took care of me, but now I gotta take care of everybody," Cristobal retorted, although his voice had long dropped the irritated, anger-filled tone. In fact, the drinking was making him sound uninterested, but only because his voice sounded so sluggish and careless. He took another sip from the bottle, which probably wouldn't make it any better. "It's dumb," he said almost like a child pouting after being told he couldn't get the toy he wanted so badly. But in truth, it really was dumb; his foggy brain just couldn't really tell how dumb it really thought it was.

The deliveryman was ridiculously slumped all over the seat now, his body stupidly sluggish from all the alcohol that he'd drank only tonight. He looked like a child that was too lazy to straighten himself up during class, or a working man coming back home and slopping over his couch to watch TV all night long. Even the wings were uneven, one slopped over and one a little bit more raised and folded. Cristobal let the liquid in the bottle slosh about this way and that, as Kyrie's comment got him to laugh; a slow, awkward laugh, probably from the alcohol. "Yeah, I bet..." But from his alcohol-induced voice, it was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or genuine.

"Eh?" The word friend had taken quite a few seconds for his brain to register. Except for the other stork people, no one else had bothered to call him a friend. His alcohol brain didn't know what to answer and how to react. Should he take this opportunity? Should he just deny that Kyrie probably doesn't care, and that it's just the alcohol? But then Kyrie mentioned it was just for tonight; so maybe it was okay to just accept it for tonight. "Eh... Okay," he eventually replied, slowly lifting his bottle just as she had. "Just for tonight and all."

[Kallile]

Kyrie could easily look past the tone he took at this point—truth be told even sounding uninterested was better than sounding annoyed with her. It was a sideways step, but she would happily take it. "That's the spirit!" At least now he was loosened up to the point of laughing at her stupid ideas and thoughts. As he raised his bottle with her she gave a wide grin and took a deep swig in a very un-model-like fashion.

She paused for a moment after to look around and out the windows to the roads rushing by. Her plan of getting him home at a reasonable hour was definitely not going to happen at this rate. Slowly, appearing through the alcoholic fog rolling around in her head with increasing thickness, an idea began to flicker. A smile slowly followed it, and excitedly Kyrie gave a little bounce in her seat.

“Do you think you could remember where you live from the stars? I mean…we can find the North Star and maybe that will point us more in the right direction. Since you normally don’t take roads and all.” She offered helpfully and without success of hiding her enthusiasm that she had potentially thought of something genius. “We have a moon roof…here…” She took a few misaimed swipes towards the roof until her fingers finally snagged the manual pull tab for it and pushed it open slightly. “We could find the right stars and just…guide Seza there. It’ll be like reading a map, I bet.”

Of course her mind did not at the present moment take into account that perhaps the deliveryman only worked the day shift and slept all night while the stars were out—but she looked so overjoyed at the idea that it was hard not to feel either swept up in her excitement or terribly sorry for the slightly drunken model.

[Jaykobell]

He initially looked sluggish, but when Cristobal saw Kyrie taking a swig at her bottle, the deliveryman blinked and slowly looked at his own. With a slight shrug, he figured he might as well join in with her. Soon enough he, too, was taking good a few gulps out of that bottle.

Much like the model with him, Cristobal's mind was quickly getting thick with alcohol-fog, and even his drenched brain could realize that he was a pretty chill drunk. He usually didn't drink this much; just enough to numb him a little bit so he didn't lose himself to a blind rage. Certain days were worse than others and it was usually only for those days that he drank some alcohol. This was genuinely the first time he'd gotten this drunk, mostly because he kept being offered the drink. Otherwise, he never would've let himself drink so much.

But it's not like his alcohol-brain could figure this out right now. At that point, it was just chilling and enjoying the night.

Speaking of night, Cristobal tilted his head when Kyrie went on to ask if they could maybe find his house using the stars, the deliveryman just stared at her for a few seconds as he tried to decode her words into something understandable. "The stars? Uh... I guess. Maybe, yeah," was all he replied, which was far from being very useful. "Let me check and all..." he blurted out as he tried to force himself up so that he could get close to the top window and take a better look at the night sky.

He did just that, and as he wobbled closer to the window, the moving car and the slow-reaction time of the deliveryman, however, turned out to be relatively disastrous as Cristobal found himself quickly losing his balance and eventually falling entirely. In the end, the winged man was left laying on his back, bottle still in his hand, looking out the car ceiling window, staring right out of it and seeing all the stars fly past as the car continued to drive on.

"Buh," he groaned slightly as he positioned himself a little better. "That was dumb..." Despite that, Cristobal seemed uninterested in getting back up to sit back in his seat. "I'm kinda comfy, I guess..." he admitted as he raised a hand and started tracing in the sky slowly and groggily. "That does look kinda more familiar and all. It's kinda like... modern stargazing and all."

[Kallile]

Kyrie absorbed every move the winged man was making with great interest—he hadn’t been the happiest with her ideas before after all, but to see him not outright complaining about this one filled the excited model’s heart with a kind of accomplished joy. Maybe he really would be a friend and not deny this whole night even happened! Truth be told, there were very few people the model actually acknowledged as her friends. So many people just wanted to hang out with a famous or pretty face…it was refreshing to spend time with anyone who could honestly not care less about her status in life.

So when this might-be friend ended up on the floor of the car Kyrie instantly let out a little squeak and pulled her knees up to her chin before peering over said knees sheepishly and just…waiting.  When he spoke and sounded otherwise unharmed she slowly lowered her feet back down and looked at him with a giggle. “Does it really look like that?” She asked, craning her neck to try and look out the moon roof without getting up. This idea proved impossible, and at the threat of toppling out of her seat and landing on Cristobal, Kyrie leaned back and started slowly sliding onto the floor with him.

“I can’t see,” she explained groggily; carefully shifting and adjusting herself to lay down without harming the man’s wings. Once done and laying fully on the floor of the softly humming car she looked up through the same window as Cristobal and followed his finger as he traced along the sky. “What is that? The…O’rye…Orion….that dude’s belt?” She asked of the stars he was currently moving over. She rose her own hand up to point at them, their hands standing a dangerous chance of brushing against each other at the next little dip in the road.

[Jaykobell]

It was very interesting how his brain could realize things, yet it just blatantly decided to ignore them. Cristobal would never have stepped into a luxurious car with anyone, he never would've drank so much alcohol, and he never would've let someone just lie down on the floor right next to him, where the chances of them brushing physically was this insanely high.

Under normal circumstances, he would've never done that. On this particular night, though, his brain was so soaked up in alcohol that it probably thought it was an excellent idea to get this close to someone he probably wouldn't see or talk to ever again. Especially considering their careers and their different levels of fame, the chances of Kyrie and Cristobal meeting ever again was slimmer than nil.

Still, his brain was chilling in the alcohol bubble bath and totally enjoying the moment that was happening. You couldn't really blame him, considering Cristobal had never really experienced anything this friendly, for lack of a better word, where someone seemingly cared about him and whom didn't see any problem with his wings.

"Eh, I have no idea. I dunno astronomy. I just know they're stars and all," Cristobal answered to Kyrie's question about the particular area of stars he was tracing. "I'm just showing, like... stars and stuff," he added, sounding like he was just tracing them just to do something with his hand. He'd never done this before, and that was something his brain could actually remember and realize. "How we going to do this? They all look the same. Whoever made stars should've colored them or something..." he voiced out, frowning a little at the thought that entirely-white stars all across the sky was pretty damn inconvenient, when you thought about it. And oh boy, was he thinking about it.

When they did come across a bump in the road, Cristobal's hand just moved about from the bump, wiggling this way and that. It didn't take long or much for his hand to lightly bump against Kyrie's, but surprisingly, the deliveryman didn't panic at the "accident". When their hands brushed, he didn't even try to withdraw it. He just turned his head to look at Kyrie this time, whom was lying right next to him, with a face that showed how surprisingly unbothered he was by the whole thing. "We've got traffic up there," he blurted out, a comment that didn't really mean much of anything considering what had just happened.

[Kallile]

The night was not exactly typical for Kyrie either. Normally she would be home by now—skipping the after party and pretty much all forms of drinking in favor of a bubble bath and some very late dinner with her friend and assistant, Seza. It wasn’t unusual for the model to skip out on all the glamor and drunkenness in favor of more intimate and meaningful settings. However, no matter how different this night was from the norm, Kyrie wouldn’t say that she was regretting it.

It had led her to someone she could actually stand to be around even if it took a bottle of wine and then some to make him equally comfortable being around her. If he were anything like her brother’s he would probably tell wild stories to his buddies the next day about things that wouldn’t have actually happened between them but the model was oddly at peace with that. He was a deliveryman, and someone who was more deeply scarred than anyone else Kyrie had met. If she could brighten his day or week with fake stories to be told—then that was fine.

She giggled a little at the comment on coloring in the stars and nodded. “That would be easier. I think…North is the biggest, brightest star. Right? That sounds right…” She said sluggishly. “So we just have to find an extra shiny one.”

As their hands brushed Kyrie thought nothing of it, but turned to return his gaze and laughed. “We do…we need some air traffic control.” She laughed, twisting her wrist just slightly to carefully wrap her fingers around his and effectively try to make a single hand. “There, it’ll be steadier if we hunt together.” She said innocently and honestly. With so many small bumps in the road it seemed the only logical thing—join forces to not lose their place as they traced the stars and tried to find the right on.

[Jaykobell]

When Kyrie mentioned looking for the North Star, Cristobal blinked. "I dunno what direction north is," he admitted, although it probably sounded strange coming from deliveryman. He was always traveling to different places, so you would expect him to know how to find the different cardinal points. He could travel to different places without a map just fine, but only to places he'd gone to before. Otherwise, he used a map to get around, and the concept of east, north, west, and south were entirely lost on him. "Uh... if it's just extra shiny I can try, I guess," he added afterwards, once Kyrie specified that it was just the brightest star in the sky. How could you tell how shinier it was compared to the others, though? Some of those shone more than the others, so it'd be hard to find the brightest of them all. It was a starting point, anyway.

When it came to the topic of air traffic control, Cristobal blinked and stared at their two hands being intertwined, and surprisingly, not a lot went through his head. Had he been sober, that probably would've been a breaking point. He would've broken the two apart and asked her not to touch him that way. Right now, though, his brain was far from being capable of understanding the fine prints that usually involved two people — of different genders, no less — holding hands while lying alone in a car. His brain was too foggy and getting too tired to think about it. "Uh... Okay. Only because we're friend and all... For tonight and stuff," he answered, giving out a long yawn afterwards, as his brain started to realize that, lying down and being so comfortable, it was starting to feel like drifting off into sleep.

Thinking about just that, Cristobal then blinked once he was done yawning. "Wait..." There came a short pause, as he eventually turned to face Kyrie again. "Where were we going?" And then there was another pause, and suddenly his brain seemed to load. "Oh... My apartment. Oh yeah. I couldn't remember real fast," he admitted, turning back to look at the sky as if he hadn't just asked that. Unfortunately, it seemed like his subconscious alcohol-brain couldn't give any useful pointers. It seemed even more helpless than the sober brain that barely knew where it lived.

[Kallile]

“Only for tonight…” Kyrie confirmed, though her voice dropped a little at the words. Was he really going to just pretend they had never met once he got home? The idea wasn’t what the model wanted to hear…but she could never make him do anything he didn’t want to. If this was their only night as friends then fine. It would be just that. She gave him a soft smile and looked back out the ceiling window. “You know…I don’t know where north is either.” She giggled a little before the yawn became contagious and she began to yawn as well.

Wow, now that she thought about it, she was comfortable. And the cabin of the limo was nice and warm and it felt nice to be there with even a short-term friend. Everything was comfortable and right. “Oh, yeah. You’re apartment. That’s why we’re looking at stars…I think. To try and find ones you remember being above your house.” The more she talked the more flawed her logic became but it was something neither of them were likely to notice in their current states of being.

She turned back to face him, a goofy smile still on her face. “At this rate, we are going to be in this car all night.” She giggled, not seeming to care one way or another if they really were or not. “Sometimes I like that—just drive away and away…” She drawled out, flexing her fingers that rested around his gently. She was making less and less sense coupled with the fact her eyes were beginning to droop lower into her field of vision.

"Too bad we don't know where it is though...I don't want you to get in trouble at work for making you be late..."

[Jaykobell]

"It's dumb... I don't think anyone knows where any of the directions are," Cristobal answered when Kyrie pointed out that she didn't know where north was either. Why keep a system when nobody could even understand how to figure it out and work with it? Using a map was so much easier; who used cardinal points? Which he'd called "directions" just now, but his brain was far too chilled to worry about the precise words it had to use.

"I thought we were just stargazing and all," the deliveryman admitted, though quickly his head caught on that the model was right when Kyrie specified they were trying to find a sky pattern he could recognize when he flew over back home. "But oh yeah... That was the plan." There came another yawn, and it seemed like the both of them were starting to let go for the night. Again, a sober Cristobal would've started stressing, but the alcohol bubble bath was still going strong, so right now, he couldn't care less. This car floor was comfy. "S'okay if we drive all night... This is comfy." Work seemed to be completely out the picture; at least, up until Kyrie mentioned it.

Blinking a few times, Cristobal kept quiet as he tried to think about this. He eventually turned to Kyrie, still silent, and he stared for a few seconds. "You could always just drop me off at work and stuff," he eventually blurted out, as if his brain had been enlightened with a most perfect solution to their problem. "I know where that is. Stork Delivery Service." That place had been ingrained into his life and brain so deeply that probably no amount of alcohol could make him forget that name. "Dunno the street and all... but yeah. And then I wouldn't be late and stuff."

[Kallile]

Kyrie laughed a little and nodded. “I know. They should just…give everyone a little GPS or something.” She agreed as she turned to look back out the window. For a moment even she questioned if they had ended up down on the floor to stargaze or to find his house, and she quickly let the idea slip from her mind like sand in an hourglass. Well, they were down here now so it didn’t really matter all that much.

Though at the mention of dropping him off at work Kyrie instantly released his hand and pushed herself up a little bit until she was resting on both her elbows. “Yeah, we can find that!” She said enthusiastically. Reaching out to push a small button she waited a moment and began to talk.

“Seza…Seza…hey. Just bring us to…uhm…to Stork Delivery Service. We’re just gonna wait there until they open so he won’t be late. Okay?” There was a crackle following Kyrie’s voice and the voice of the female driver came back.

‘Sure thing—be there in twenty minutes or so.”

Beaming Kyrie lowered herself back down onto the floor and only then did she seem to realize that she’d let go of his hand. It was an empty feeling, but one she quickly got over. “Hey,” she started, turning to look at him. "I’m really glad I got to meet you and everything. Even if you want to pretend we didn’t tomorrow.”

She shifted slightly so that she was more directly facing him, one arm under her head to act as a kind of pillow. “You’re my first real friend in a long time. Not like everyone else I meet. Do…do you care if I remember that we were friends tonight?”