To Ender Spruce was Rollo now, but only to Ender. And they were aware that in the time since having their conversation, they had only introduced themselves as such at Taka’s party, afterwards defaulting back to Spruce. Perhaps it had been the alcohol, or maybe it was the anxiety that kept them from going through with it. They had just met Ender for coffee, a regular thing, a normal thing, just a chance to catch up, walking her home afterwards. Friends, surface level friends, but that was not what they were. Once it was time to say goodbye, time to go back to regular lives and regular worries, Spruce leaned forward to hug her. Tighter and more feverous than normal. “Wanna hang out some more?” They asked, eyes closed as they held her in an embrace.

Completely out of breath, Jurri pulled Ender into a sweaty hug, exhausted in a good way, but still rippling with energy. “Who knew you could run so fast on those tiny legs of yours,” he exclaimed, let her go, but still keeping one arm slung around her shoulder. He took another deep breath. “Alright, five minute break and a Starbucks and then we run back?” he asked.