When Monica said she wanted to look at him, Gray gave a cheesy spin before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and he returned it. It was as if the stress he was once holding melted off of him feeling her back again in his life. A small soft sigh left him and he buried his face into her shoulder as if trying to remind himself that she really was there. There’s nothing more stressful than going through college without your best friend to talk to. Sure she probably had her reasons and he wasn’t going to make her feel like crap for choosing to leave, but he really did miss her.

Gray looked down at the couch before looking back at her. He had no reason to leave her side and sliding his hands into his pockets he followed her into the kitchen after handing her one of the crutches. He was still baffled that he ran into her, in the rundown apartment building of all things and locked in a small elevator. Would they have ran into each other at another time? One the street? In the elevator? Would that happen?!

When she asked about the wife and kids situation he laughed, and he laughed hard. “Not a chance. Still getting shot down by girls I asked out and my mom’s still trying to set me up on dates. It’s as awkward as ever.” Shaking his head he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall of the kitchen. “I’m fine with whatever want to make or we could order pizza, or go out to eat. I’d be happy to drive.” A nod rose and fell his head before he leaned forward, placing his hands on the island and staring her directly in the face.

If there was one thing that Gray was never good at, it was tact. He really should think before he spoke. But that’s what makes him one of the more honest individuals out there. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you contact me?”