Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

“You’re always such a glass half full guy,” he crooned in return—the banter welcome, and yet a flash in the other’s blue eyes seemed off—but he wasn’t a mind reader. “I can’t speak for the others, pack of assholes and all, but I’d prefer to keep you on the ‘not dead’ side of things,” he returned, a faint smirk before he settled back, a nod given to the den the man had emerged from. “New digs?”