The barista brings their drinks to the bar, and Lee grabs both of them, nodding over to an empty table nearby. It wasn't in his plans to sit and talk about life back home today, but right now, he figures that maybe Little Lorenzo's can wait. At least for a while.

He hasn't told this story often, and he's not entirely sure where to start.

"Well, it starts with the end of the worlds," he says, leads the way to the table first, waiting for Russell to make his way after him on his crutches.