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...Reese?

Yeah... I can spot you some cash or whatever. I just don't got that much money on me this second.

Don't worry about the money, just-...

[Dude, she hasn't seen you in like 8 years, give her a minute.] How'd you even find me? [She's playing dumb really. She's not hard to find. You can pretty much Google her.]

Nah, I'll cover it. Won't stay too long, neither.

[ Because asking favors has never really been his thing. He scratches at the back of his neck, laughing a little awkwardly in hopes of lightening the mood. ]

Followed the North Star all the way to your block.

[She rolls her eyes and aims a punch at his shoulder, stepping back to let him into the apartment. It's obvious she's not hurting for money (not that she was when she was living back in their hometown, but then again, Daddy cut her off when she snuck her trust fund money and bounced on her 18th birthday.), and the apartment is a pretty spacious place on the Upper West side of Manhattan.] Just get your ass in here.

[ He smiles and mouths a 'thank you', taking his hat off and taking a look around. Did it surprise him that she was living so lavishly? Not really, but it did make him feel a little guilty. It was really coincidence he ended up here, and he had full intention of making it up to her-- but knocking on her door and asking to take over the couch felt kind of dickish. At least to him. ]

So...uh, how you been?

I've been pretty good. [She shuts the door behind him, letting him take in the apartment. Ana really doesn't mind letting him crash. It's the least she could do, after ditching him (and she ditched all of her friends, but he was one of her closest) all those years ago. She's just lucky all of them understood why she needed a fresh start. A real one, with no baggage from home. She just wishes that Reese wasn't baggage. At least she's better equipped to handle her past now.]

Can I have a hug?

Yeah? Look it. [ He nods his head back to the apartment and gives a wink. Everyone makes mistakes, and right now he's about as good as any other wanderer. The Upper West Side was foreign to him, but knowing she was here gave him some comfort.

Then he kind of gives her a 'what the fuck' look to her question and waves his hand sarcastically before pulling her into a tight bear hug. ]

Missed you.

You always told me I was too pretty for my own damn good. [She laughs. Another play punch would go here, but he's too far away.

Leaning up, she wraps her arms tight around his neck and sighs.]

I missed you most of all, Scarecrow. [She grins against his neck.]

Damn right. Any boyfriends I should know about? I still got me a good right hook.

[ He holds her there, burying his face in her hair and subconsciously rocking them back and forth. He snickers a little to himself, his voice coming out muffled as he refuses to move. He doesn't really want to let go. ]

That's because all your friends were bitches. I'm still the best friend you got, you remember that.

Nope, no boyfriends. [She jokes. There's nothing else there could be, since she's always been straight. 'Cept that one time she kissed Missy Evans at that party, but that was a dare.]

That's mean. But true. [She laughs.] You know it is. You don't have to be so damn cocky about it.

If you got yourself a girlfriend I might just wanna meet her. Y'know. With you in the room. [ He pulls away now baring his grin. He did miss her, and it's hitting him how much now. He loosens his hold around her waist and gives a light shrug. ]

I'm not cocky, I just take pride in being such an immaculate friend.

I have plenty of girlfriends. [She shrugs, grinning. She missed him so much. She missed him the minute she stepped onto the plane out but leaving was definitely what she needed and she's better now for it. She just feels bad for not finding him sooner.]

You're an amazing friend. [She reaches up, grabbing his hat and pulling it away, ruffling his hair.] What's up?

You's a ho. [ He scrunches his face up more to be playful than anything, but he does take a step back. In his greatest attempt, he reaches for his hat but doesn't mind all that much that it's off. It seemed rude to keep it on inside, anyway.

Funny how his mind worked. ]

Yeah, you, too. Not much I mean...just gettin' by. Y'know?

[He gets a real punch for that one. Still a sore spot, buddy.] You're an ass with horrible grammar. We're a perfect match. [And, in a real mature move, she sticks her tongue out at him.]

Yeah? You hungry? There's some Chinese on it's way.

[ He rubs the spot she hit and gives a quick glare. ] I was kidding...that ain't called for. [ As far as his schooling went? No. He isn't about to brush up on it. But when she sticks her tongue out, he gives it a quick yank with a smile. ]

Nah, I just ate. I'm good. Thanks, though.

[She leans forward, trying to bite him as he tugs on her tongue. It's like they just saw each other yesterday, not like it's been 8 years since they've so much as spoken.

She nods, jumping over the back of the couch to take a seat.] Okay. Well are you gonna tell me what brought you to New York? Other than my fabulous ass.

[ He blinks a little, but he's laughing so it's good natured. Or so he hopes. He's pretty quick to mimic, her, too, in jumping over the back of the couch. Only, in attempt to avoid landing on her, he ends up rolling on the floor.

But it's cool. He totally meant to do that.

To prove his point, he lays there and folds his hands behind his head, looking up to her.]

The street food.

[He hits the floor and she's sure that irritated the people that live below her but she really doesn't care, too busy sprawling out on her couch to laugh.] You're ridiculous. [She snickers, sitting up to nudge him with her foot.] You alive?

Yeah, the food is pretty bitchin'... [Speaking of. There's a knock and she hops up, heading to the door. She pays the delivery guy and returns to the couch with a bag of food, sitting it on the coffee table.]

[ He swats at her foot, and he would tickle it or pull her down or something but dinner calls. He eases himself up to sit with her, even if he's not eating, and pulls his shoes off before propping his head up on the table. ]

So what made you pick here outta everywhere else?

It was the exact opposite of home, pretty much.

[Their hometown wasn't small, but it was all sprawling countryside and tourist resorts, beautiful land. Lots of wine makers and grape farms. Even downtown was quiet. The loudest it ever really got was inside of the highschool during lunch. She opens the container of General Tso's, holding it out to him.]

Sure you don't want any?

Yeah. I spent some time in Chi-town last year. City's way different.

[ Their hometown was quiet but Reese had always been loud. And since he left a few years ago, he really didn't look back to it. Nothing worthwhile was keeping him there. Travelling seemed like a better idea. ]

... just a bite?

Yeah? How come you didn't look me up then?

[She knows it's a dumb question, since she hasn't looked for him in years, but she asks it anyway. Laughing, she grabs him a fork and holds out the carton again, grabbing herself a bite.]