in a west end town, a dead end world

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The cheek kiss landed and she was already laughing, already tipsy. She reached up and held his face with both hands like they were still the same two idiots from high school, her thumbs brushing his jaw. She let him go with another laugh, quickly realized she was being too much. But she was already a few drinks in, so she simply said fuck it and decided to double down instead of correcting it. She hooked her arm through his immediately, her other hand holding the wine glass. “I am glad you decided to show up. I haven’t seen you in forever,” she said with a chuckle, eyes meeting with his. “Except, on my screen but that doesn't count.”

A few things that happened next belonged to the same category as the kiss: she was an exception, and he felt perfectly comfortable with January being extra, so Eric wasn't looking for a polite way to get his personal space back. Figuratively, and maybe a little literally too, he leaned into that contact. "Yeah, it's been a while. Gotta work on that, or else people will only see me on their screens. But. Life's been bumpy, so I haven't had much time for socializing in general." Nor did he want to see anyone, but she probably read about it too, even though the divorce wasn't as messy as his marriage had been; luckily, they had managed to keep the messy part more or less between the two of them. "How... have you been, Jenny?"