lavitz/foxe | evening.
"The good time has been forced upon me," Foxe said with a light shrug. Knowing Lavitz enough that he didn't push, Foxe simply observed the crowd around him. The smile on his face faded as he people watched. This was entertaining, too, but in a different way. He didn't mind not talking; he was a peaceful man who could actually enjoy silences and supposed this came with age more than anything else.
"How have you been?" Foxe asked after a quiet moment. It had, after all, been the first time they'd been able to speak since Foxe's return. "Any news?"