Years had passed since they were last together. Deeper wrinkles ringed their faces and their hips seemed wider. But their laughs echoed through the living room, out to the terrace, and maybe even down the street. Those same loud belly guffaws made even more contagious with just enough wine or beer. Two friends clinking glasses and eating tapas, halfway around the world from where they started many years ago, reminiscing about times gone by and looking forward to the years to come. Things had changed. Things had remained the same. Picking up the pieces from wherever they had left off, filling in gaps when needed or letting the last words dangle without rhyme or reason.