Novus
Three Thousand Club
Cris
"I'm fine now." Cris answered simply, not having much to elaborate on. Last time he had written any of his friends, he was still in Austin, working as a personal assistant for the CEO of Publishing House Books. Back when everything was still alright. "And I missed my crazy bunch as well. Have you been well?" he asked Danny, trying bluntness opposed to details. It's an unspoken agreement that you don't shit around with topics of their sort. Besides, he was known as the eternally happy friend. Cris never wanted to bring out the sadness in people if he didn't have to. Wating for a reply, he squeezed Danny's hand, hoping she'd understand that he was still the same guy from highschool.