Our foreshadowing skills are just that good.
Also it really has been almost four years, huh. That’s insane, I would’ve thought maybe two or something.
Almost four years later, Salad opened the door and there was Ene, sitting at their table. In their apartment, just like the old days, when they would watch terrible movies and throw popcorn at each other. Ene had even left Salad’s usual seat free - the chair closest to the window where it was warmest. It was almost a picture perfect recreation of the past. Almost.
Because then they had stabbed Ene and run, and nothing had been the same since.
”Hello, Salad,” Ene said before Salad had time to properly process everything. “We need to talk about the Paradox People.”
Salad had to fight the urge to bolt, down the stairs and away from whatever madness this was. It was finally hitting them now. Ene was back, Ene was here, and… and-
He just wants to talk, they told themselves. Don’t lose your head.
There was always the possibility that things might get violent, but Salad had never known Ene to start fights without first getting a read of the situation. So they slid off their coat, kicked off their shoes and headed to the kitchen.
“Ok,” they said, fighting to keep their voice even. “Do you want some tea? I have hot chocolate as well if you’d prefer.”
This was not what they wanted to deal with today, but Enes at your dinner table were notoriously hard to get rid of.