An Old Friend Visits

It wasn't often that he could speak so candidly. Even more rare that he could commiserate to the extent he could with Magnus. They cut a disturbingly similar silhouette, the pair of them. Friends bonded by time and shared experiences and separated by physical distance still maintained their blunt sentimentality. They were far too much alike for their own good though it had only driven them further together thus far just as it sundered others apart without mercy. Somehow they made this mirrored co-op work. 

Cara understood, related with a depressingly similar experience. His first instinct however, was to roll his eyes and chuckle into his glass when his friend started to get poetic. Maker, you've gotten romantic haven't you? He nudged the other man's shin with the tip of his boot to accentuate his tease. Sounds like you have your answer. I suppose now it's just navigating this new reality of yours. Love her the way you do now if you think it's enough to withstand what you two have to face in order to keep her at your side. He'd never consider himself the romantic but he well understood the level and intensity of such a devotion. He felt it two-fold. Fortunately he wasn't the one who needed to agonize over sharing. 

He pushed his glass forward to be filled when Magnus raised the other bottle. The pair of them were known to put away obscene amounts of the stuff. A habit he didn't often get to indulge in anymore considering Xochipili's fragile resolve. Sometimes acknowledging the worst-case is the only way to discover the best case. It's a balancing act is all. 

How very masochistic of you Magnus. He would said it was more trouble than it was worth but he didn't believe it himself and Magnus wasn't here for that kind of encouragement. I think you have to answer that question yourself. Is she worth it? But like his first conundrum, it seemed like an obvious answer. Of course she was worth it. They were all worth it. 

Moreover, what makes you think I'm the authority on any of this? He cocked his head to the side in question, his eyes lightening up again with teasing mirth. He sighed. We'll need a third bottle at this rate