After Steven had eaten breakfast, he spent the rest of the morning in the group chat.
The next morning, the conversation picked up overnight and hadn't slowed down. James had been the one keeping it moving, which was exactly what Steven remembered about him. He had always been the energy in any room he was in, the person who filled silence as he always genuinely had something to say and didn't see any reason to hold it back.
The chat had moved through half a dozen topics since Steven had joined the previous morning. The Thursday venue had been confirmed and reconfirmed.
Someone had raised the question of whether to do a dinner beforehand and the debate had run for thirty messages before collapsing under its own weight.
Callum had posted a photo from their final year that Steven hadn't seen in four years, and the reaction to it had occupied the chat for the better part of an hour.
