[ four years. it’s been four years since then, and yet it feels so much longer than that. though they’ve exchanged brief letters, it was only out of necessity. short, businesslike, never too personal. they have not spoken face to face since diluc left. he was eighteen then, consumed by grief and rage. now he is twenty-two, and he returns a changed man. jean does not bring up anything past the scope of professionalism, and he does the same. ] ..sir kaeya. [ he meets an azure gaze. not quite a statement, but not quite a greeting either. he keeps his face carefully blank. old nicknames go unsaid. kaeya must hate him, he thinks to himself. he does not intend to bring up anything from times long gone. ]
/ lmao