The past few years had been tough on all of them- it wasn't hard to see that Iggy was no exception to that. Leaving town had been easy for him- he'd been glad to leave everything behind in some ways. But Iggy had always been more sentimental than him.
As she finished speaking, he stepped up to the counter to order. "Hi, can I have a flat white? For Spence," he said, and the barista nodded, jotting down his name. He handed over the money and stepped back, glancing at Iggy. "Iggy, what're you having?" It was only then that he saw her expression. She was deep in thought, and not thinking about good things by the thought of it. He touched her arm gently. "Iggy, you okay?" he asked.
It was only then that he realised he had no clue what had gone down since he left. She said she was fine, that she was just lonely- but was that all? He couldn't blame her for not talking about it- after all, it wasn't like he'd been the best friend. Or boyfriend. He'd either been high, thinking about his next fix, or going through withdrawals. She'd stuck by him through all of it- but he'd disappeared not long after she needed him the most. He'd imagined that everything would just go back to normal- but now that he thought about it, he doubted it would work that easily. They were different people after all- it wouldn't be as easy as he wanted it to be.