"So, where've you been all this time?" I asked, watching him add sugar to his otherwise black coffee.

"Wait— I thought of something while I was back getting coffee." he didn't look up as he slowly stirred the dark liquid, savoring the very scent that rose with the steam. "The other night your parents took your car and theirs, right? But they were out when you got to the house, and still weren't back this morning, so..." He squinted. "How did you—"

"Oh," I half-laughed. "My parents left my car at the house before they went out yesterday."

"Oh, okay." He grinned. "You failed to mention that."

"Sorry." I sipped my tea.

"Nah. Don't worry about it." He took a deep draught of coffee. "What was the question again?"

"'Where've you been?'"

"Aaaaahmmm..." He pursed his lips and his brows nearly connected as his head shook slowly. "I don't know." He shrugged. "I haven't left town, if that's what you mean."

"No," I half-smiled, taking another sip. "What have you been up to? How's everything been? What's new, Andrew?"

He laughed. "You're a poet—"

"Don't even finish that." I pointed at him. "It was on purpose."

"All right, all right," He chuckled. "Well," he thought for a moment. "I have my own place now. It's small, but it's just me and I'm never there anyway, so, fuck yeah. Umm... I've got a couple new things recorded... My parents were divorced for a year and then re-married eachother—"

"Are you serious?!" I almost spit tea on him.

"Yep." He nodded and drank. "Weird, huh?"

I nodded.

"The strangest fucking thing about it," He said. "Is that they never fight anymore. God, I swear, they used to fight all the time— And you'd never know it, to see them now."

"I...umm..." I stuttered. "Gosh, Andy, I really don't know what to say."

"Neither do I." He laughed. "Fuck, I don't know if I should be angry or what..." He shrugged again and looked outside. It was getting darker. "I guess it's all right though. As long as Nikki isn't messed up, y'know?"

I just nodded again.

"So, who else have you seen?"

"Just Michael."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna head over to Hal's next and see if Noah's there."

"He isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Just because I don't see 'em doesn't mean I don't know what they're up to." He smirked. "Noah only works on weekdays, not weekends."

"Oh,"

"But..." He sipped his coffee. "I'm going to my parents' for dinner tonight, you wanna join us? Darrin and Nikki will definitely be there."

"Sure," I grinned. "Two more, at once."