Is He Really Wrong? Pt.1

Arias happily strode in to the group's penthouse while still wearing his work clothes and smelling of grease and fried food.

Mal was immediately reminded of the days he spent working in the pits of fast food and he all but grimaced.

Some memories should stay buried forever.

"Malachi..?"

Stumbling from behind Arias was a familiar red haired old man with a Scandinavian accent and wearing a dark red suit.

He was much skinnier than Malachi remembered; likely because he had been lying motionless in a medical bed for an extended period of time.

As always, he was accompanied by two women who looked just as surprised to see him here as their husband.

"It's good to see you all are healthy."

Sei came from behind the kitchen counter and smiled at the three newcomers warmly.

"It's been a really long time since we all got to sit down for a dinner together. Our family's a little bigger now though…"