Three years. Blue was starting to think he’d never talk to Anon again, much less see Anon in person.

Yet, there Anon is, sitting in a private room in the back of Lizzie’s Bar like nothing’s changed. Like they’re still his partner in crime and not an Arasaka employee. When his fixer told him he’d be meeting with an Arasaka informant, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting it to be Anon.

Though, guess Anon isn’t an Arasaka employee anymore. Blue doubts they’d be here if they were.

“Anon.” Blue breathes out. It’s hardly a greeting. He feels like he’s stuck staring at Anon for the longest time before he finally manages to snap out of it and step inside of the room. The door automatically slides shut behind him.

Somehow, he manages to keep from lashing out, despite the fact that seeing Anon again is stirring up all these emotions that he can’t name and doesn’t know how to deal with. Is he relieved that Anon’s okay? Pissed off? Fuck if he knows.

Blue takes a seat across from Anon, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table, arms crossed over his chest. His right eye scans Anon, bringing up the virtual interface he’s so familiar with. Every detail about Anon’s person and life given to him in a quarter of a second. Height, age, occupation. You name it. “So? What the hell are you doing here? Did you finally realize being a corpo employee ain’t all it’s made up to be?”