"Yeah, I'm... I'm good," I say, realizing that maybe I should be surprised by how good I really am with all this. Years ago, it would've really fucked me up, seeing him again. Back when the wounds were still fresh. Back when there was a small part of me that still missed him.

"It was... I dunno, it's kinda nice, seein' him with his shit together. Or, you know, he at least seemed like he had his shit together."

Mike stops just short of reaching for me, so I meet him halfway, gripping his wrist and tugging him closer.

"He looked kinda hot in that uniform."