complete! maybe!
His pale eyes follow the flick of Bunny's hand towards the gaggle of women across the room, his head inclining in something like a nod. "Any of 'em single?" he cracks the joke, but it's half-hearted. His attention is swallowed up by the couple sitting at his table instead, these faces as familiar and etched into his memory as the Harlan landscape itself.
There were certain subjects they all knew not to tread on, like a lurking landmine or tear in the earth—Bunny's bite, for example, or Nate's, or the Dog Park and the people therein, or how Cal's job was going—but despite this being their first group outing together, they've already found the balance. Nate, Bunny, and Cal know to tiptoe around those topics and then topple headfirst into everything else, old stories and anecdotes and discussions of the people they know at the Capitol, jokes and laughter and recapturing a feeling they last felt before the outbreak.
The alcohol flows, the room grows warmer, and for a time, it feels like home.