Anyway, after a bit more back-and-forth, trading jabs about who owed who drinks and laughing at pointless stories that didn't really have a punchline, they naturally drifted apart. Rex headed toward his wing, Lucas toward his own department. No long farewells, no sentimental lines. Just a quick slap on the shoulder and a nod. That was the thing about guys: no theatrics required.
Among boys, the bond didn't hinge on greetings or goodbyes. You didn't need to text every day or send "miss u" messages with emojis. You could vanish for months, even years, forget about birthdays and stuff and when you finally crossed paths again, the vibe would snap right back to where it left off. No rust, no awkward icebreakers, just an unspoken agreement that the friendship was still there, untouched.
