Accents were like fingerprints and it had been clear from that first conversation that Mr. Fell wasn't any local New Yorker. Anthony couldn't exactly say he was surprised over Mr. Fell's admission either. Those were some of his most noticable characteristics, that he was English and that he was gayer than a clutch-purse on Tony night... Or some equally vivid description.

The complete nonjudgmental acceptance gradually softened the thousand yard stare. After all if anyone knew what it was like to not quite fit into a place it was the gay grandson of an admiral. Anyway given what he knew now, the familiarity made sense didn't it?

"I thought you would never want to speak to me again after that first time. I... Didn't really handle all this well."

Not that he thought there was a perfect way to handle being told your past lives were returning to you in dreams and violent flashes... Who could have been prepared for that?

"I'm glad I ran into you. I thought about going back to one of those meetings to find you but..."

Whatever else he might have said trailed off as their drinks were delivered to the table. Anthony managed not to say another word about it until the server had ducked back inside.

"Have you heard that some of the other people experiencing whatever this is were actually friends in thier other life?"