[Well, there it is, the big question. Why he's out here by himself. A significantly less fun topic than the verbal elbowing they give each other. Daan sighs out smoke, glancing away, trying to figure out his words.]

He's okay. Just inside, maybe wondering where I got off to while he was grabbing some food. I'll text him later.

It was-- something else. Just me, and some bad memories. I've been to a lot of fancy as hell galas and parties, but I've never really... liked them. Don't get me wrong, this one is perfectly fine, but I just have some difficult associations.