And there he is. Xanxus was wondering when they would end up running into each other again. It seems like a pretty standard thing now. The two largest shirtless guys in the room would end up standing within three feet of each other. Xanxus is sitting away from everything, feet up on something.

The question still catches him off guard because he didn't think the drummer cared. They were pretty much rivals in a weird way. "Forward. Better than any other direction. You look...well." He's trying to be social. He's really trying. It's hard.