"But some things never change," he pointed out. Morgan cracked a slight smile and reached out to nudge the other man's foot with the toe of his shoe. True, many things were completely different now than they had been two, five, or ten years ago. Their careers were different. The expectations placed on them by everyone around them were different. The tasks that filled up their days were different. Their social circles had changed, at least to some extent — they'd broadened to include most of society, but in doing that they'd shed some of their schoolmates whose social backgrounds didn't quite align. And yet here they both were, still seeking out each other's company in the middle of a party, telling stories and cracking jokes the same way they'd been doing since thirteen. A lot might change in the next two, five, or ten years, but Morgan had no reason to suspect this ever would.

"Let's," he agreed, putting his cigarette out in a nearby tray. "You're probably ready for another drink, by now."

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