"Yeah, we've been hanging out," he assures. "It's nice, I—" He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I've missed him so much." But there's a certain . . . hesitance to him when he says it. Delsin isn't sure this is all Reggie: it feels like the city has changed him, somehow, and he's not sure how. Reggie never would have left him lying in the sidewalk like this.

Would he?

Now that Delsin is awake, Spark is leaning against him, nudging his elbow and shoving his muzzle between Delsin's arm and body.