"Ahh, they are long past now," Ganymede says, shaking his head. "Or I haven't met them yet. Sometimes...turning people down doesn't go well," he murmurs. He has long since made peace with the fact that he is not everyone's type, while his body usually is. It's why he stays around people like Armand. "I can't say I mind being somewhere with a view. Though with you I always have one."

He has made no secret of finding his friend attractive, and Ganymede feels very little shame about it, adjusting his arm around his friend to settle them companionably close. "I want to spend time with you, that's all. Brooklyn Heights sounds lovely." He hums and makes a face at Armand looking him up and down, laughing a the showiness. "Let's go, then. Enjoy the evening."

They have all the time in the world, and while it feels less with Armand and Daniel like he's watching sand slip through his fingers, it's never entirely gone. And sometimes he just wants to spend time with friends doing something simple.