Leon? Hey, Leon, is that you? Long time no see, Sancho! Do you normally come to this acuario to brood, or do you just like the little fish as much as I do?
It can't be. It can't. He watched the owner of that voice die not too long ago, didn't he?
And yet, there he is, in that stupid, impractical jacket, grinning broadly like nothing had happened at all. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he turns to face the fish again, swimming peacefully behind the glass of the aquarium walls in one big school. It's the kind of repetitive motion that his shrink tells him is good for him.
Brooding. Maybe he does come here to brood. It's a good spot for it; quiet, dim, and none of the staff have tried to hit on him yet.
"Luis," he says, and he hates the way his voice betrays him in this moment—the words are coming out relieved instead of annoyed. "It's been a while."
