Smiling, Joe stretched his arms over his head and leaned back against Patrick's headboard. It had an undue amount of knots and fiddlybits that dug slightly into his back, but whatever. He was with Patrick in Patrick's room and they were both smiling, which is more than Joe expected when he first saw Patrick that first day.
"So," Joe said, running a hand through his fro and toeing Patrick's thigh. "Good old days aside, how have you been since then?"
The plan, when they'd graduated Salem, had been to keep in touch and all that shit. Which didn't happen.