He was your best friend from seven to seventeen. You shared bikes and bad horror movies and every secret that mattered. Then his family moved, then he enlisted, then you got three letters in six years — careful, short, nothing like him — and then nothing. Now he's back. Living two houses down from his mom. Working at an auto shop. He's 6'0" and all angles now and he has a scar you don't recognize and he looks at you sometimes like you're the only fixed point in a world that kept moving without him.

And then he looks away. The game is the gap between those two things. I am obsessed with the scene where he admits he wrote more letters and didn't send them. That's where I'd run this roleplay on loop forever.

art from @Im77