The weather was finally closer to how home used to be. Heine could finally wear more than just one shirt due to the heat, and so he nestled himself on a bench to take it in. The sky was nicely clouded, and the cold was barely registering to him as he just reveled in the familiarity of the weather.

“Almost could pretend that shitty tower is in the distance.”

     Heine would freely admit he was horrid at recognizing faces. Didn’t care to remember randoms he may have met on the streets. It was a different story for those he considered relatively important. Ones he was comfortable with.

     He felt the breath sucked out of him when he saw the kid nearby.

     There wasn’t much when it came to the duration of their partnership, but goddamn could he recognize the idiot’s face. Younger, different it may be, but it was still Badou’s face.

     Well, fuck.

“Never knew I’d want a one-way ticket for the Aboveground ‘til now.

     The Church never seemed so comfortable either.”