Take it easy.

Admittedly, he had been on their mind lately, especially after the whole thing with Trumpet and information leak and - it wasn't a secret Fit had secrets that he kept to himself. He was the security guy, after all. Pac wanted to check on him.

They changed into a casual outfit - brown shorts, black shirt, and a white dress shirt; nothing too extravagant because Pac wanted to have fun with it.

But as they waved everyone in the house goodbye - they didn't even know Charlie and Baghera were there - they started to to leave the Favela and almost bumped directly into Fit.

"Oh!" They chuckle and scratch the back of their neck a bit. "Good, good, it's been..." They look away from him and kick at some loose dirt. "Okay, there's been ups and downs. But it's getting better now."

"It was a little hard for me, at the beginning. You go from me, Mike, and Richas to- to all of us being back. I still need to talk to Etoiles about how she's feeling but..." They shrug.

And they laugh again, putting on a thinking face as they look at the menu. "Hm... I'll have a..." An idea springs to mind. "Iced, ristretto, ten shots venti, with breve, five pumps vanilla, seven pumps caramel, four splenda, aaaand..." They smiled. "Poured, not shaken, please!"

This was sweet. It was sweet Fit was making the coffee for the both of them. Pac looked to the display case, wondering if anything in there was still good. Maybe one of the chocolate croissants?

"Oh they're..." Their ears flap a little against their head. "Like I said, ups and downs. Felps is clingier, and Cellbit is..." Pac looks down at the ground, and part of them hopes, a little, Fit doesn't see them. "He's sadder. Especially after having to tell Richas about the uh- the leg thing." Pac said the last part quietly, like the act itself was going to magically happen all over again. Or, god forbid, Cellbit and Richas heard them.

"Uhhh... bread, I think? Croissants, the croissants with chocolate in them, a pie...? And the little sandwich looking ones. Macaron-es?" They tilted their head. "Macarons. That- that's how it's said."

They get over to the case, opening the lid and starting to serve themself one of the chocolate “craw-sonts”.

They shrugged and leaned against the counter, watching his back as he made the drink. Yes, they were just friends - and likely wouldn’t breach that - but Fit was still hot.

“I’ve gotten coffee from here a few times, and Mike keeps applying to get hired, then not getting the job. He does this thing where he’ll dramatically act like he’s dying over it in front of Bobby and Richas and they just let out these adorable little giggles…” They smile down at their food fondly over the memory.

But then he looks at them again, and they look back down to their food, picking it a bit nervously. They shrug again. “Mike doesn’t have a lot of…” They work their lip for a moment in thought.

“Guy friends?” Pac looks up at him. “And I was hoping you two could be, but Mike told me about him punching you and- well. I don’t know how that would work out now.” They look away from him, to the tunnel. “I think you two should have actual guy friends and not-“

“I’ll talk to him,” offers Fit. “Guy friends normally punch each-other in the face, it’s— it’s natural, it’s natural.” He nods sagely.

As for Ramón… “Ramón’s been a little sleepy, recently. Hey, kid’s sleepy all the time. So, uh, not really.”

But without a beat lost, Fit laughs. “Ramón and Dapper— those boys, I swear. Like they’re both Cain and Abel at the exact same time. It’s a miracle they don’t give me gray hairs.”

Pause for effect.

“Ramón could hang out with… uh, Richarlyson?” He turns back to the coffee. Again, he scoops grounds into a filter, and places the filter over a cup as he pours in the hot water. “If you’re cool with that, if him and Ramón are, too.”

They didn’t even think about Richarlyson and Ramón having a play date. That would be good for them, probably. Richas has seemed a bit stuck inside lately.

Fit turns around. “All done,” he announces! “Order for…” He pretends to read an invisible scrawl on the side of the cup. “Pat.”

It's a nice conversation, catching up over everything, even if it isn't much. They tell him about the future dates they have planned, the little moments between Felps and Cellbit, how Etoiles' move to the Favela was, just about everything Pac could do to keep them both there and talking. It was nice.

But everything has to come to an end, unfortunately. They waved each other goodbye, and Pac walked to the Favela alone, instead of just warping back. It was a good day for it, and Pac had a really nice time.