The hostess doesn’t bother looking up. "Table for one?"

Boom rolls up behind him in a squeaky wheelchair, bald head gleaming under the harsh lighting. "Yeah, of course it’s one. You think they see me? A bald guy in a chair? Diaper crinkling? I’m invisible the moment I roll through the door."

Evan stammers, tugging at his tie. "No, no, it’s—it’s three. Technically. We’re all here. It’s just… complicated."

Mainlining steps up beside him, leaning in toward the hostess with a knowing smirk. "He’s right, you know. But don’t worry—it’s not for you to see. Truth isn’t your burden to bear."

The hostess blinks, unfazed. "Corner table. One chair. Enjoy."

Boom wheels over, parking himself diagonally from the lone chair as Evan nervously lowers himself into it. Mainlining remains standing, casually surveying the room, his gaze distant, unreadable.

Boom shifts in his chair, the diaper crinkling audibly. "So, Ev, you ordering for me, or you gonna sit there rearranging the silverware like it’s a client pitch?"

Mainlining tilts his head, $mirking. "It’s fine. The system’s already decided for him. For all of us."

Evan39 adjusts the uneven table, sweat pooling under his collar. He sighs, barely audible.

"This is fine," he mutters, eyes fixed on the empty plates. Mainlining just smiles.

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