There was a certain tendency among all the Kagan siblings, Micah though as flipped the burgers on the grill, to get excited about whatever was amazing for them right now, and forget for a bit about...other stuff. Izak usually wound down a lot faster than Sarah, at least, did. He hadn't really hung around Ty enough to get a feel for it.

So he was patient while Izak opened beers and talked excitedly about the call he'd gotten from the CDC, even though he'd frankly hated Atlanta. He was sliding the burgers onto a plate and putting it onto their deck table when his boyfriend wound down and glanced at him with a wary expression.

Because Micah's hate of Atlanta hadn't been much of a secret.

"About that," Micah said. "I got an interesting call myself today." And that had been part of the deal with moving to Atlanta the first time; when Micah got a career opportunity that was to him what the CDC was to Izak, he was going to get to follow his dreams.

NASA was pretty much that opportunity, really.

They'd flown, mostly because it was faster and they didn't really want to waste time when they had leave. As fun as driving would be, and all? It delayed the party that was waiting for them. They even had a car service waiting on them- one that Ty gave instructions down to a place into Astoria, where they would be meeting Izak and Sarah, followed by instructions to get their bags back to the Plaza and to leave them with the Manager.

The following 'Of course, Mr. Kagan,' only made him smile. It was good to be back in New York, sometimes. It wasn't quite like Chicago, but he wasn't sure he was ever going to be ready to take Ollie home. There were just too many people there that wanted to know his every move- even if came with a car service and a few buildings sporting his name.

"Oh, Ollie, this is Chaz. Chaz, my friend, Lt. Oliver Byrd." He said, introducing the driver before opening the door and sliding into the town car. He balanced his cover on a knee, before pulling out his phone to text Izak and Sarah in a group message. 'We've landed, on our way. Tell Dorian I want five of his best shots waiting for when I get there.'

Grinning, he looked back at Ollie. "You're going to regret saying yes, you know."

Dad had texted just before practice that he was going to be late again - and Mom was in London tonight, anyway, sleeping off her last international flight - so David hadn't seen much point in going home. Probably would have just been Rosa's enchiladas, he thought. Not that it was a bad thing, but sitting at the kitchen island in their silent apartment wasn't exactly his idea of a good time.

Of course, the problem with going to school where he did was that everyone else he knew - even the other guys on the team - were too worried about whether they'd get into Notre Dame or Stanford or wherever to do anything that might approach fun. Never mind they'd all been admitted now. Hell, he was even admitted now, even if his five acceptances didn't have Ivy cachet. They were all stuck in the habit, even now that grades didn't matter anymore.

Well, whatever, he thought as he sacked out on a bench and glanced in all directions before he slipped a joint out of his pocket. Just a few more months of this, then they'd all be away. It probably didn't much matter now.

He barely saw the shadow of someone coming by him as he was lighting up, and David's eyes flashed upwards, uncharacteristically sharp and incisive for a moment. Then he saw who it was, and he grinned.

"Hey, Kagan. You're out late. Riding herd on your baby sis?"

They were supposed to be in class still, but Izak and some of his friends had decided to ditch- which they could, because they were seniors. It was like they'd earned some sacred right to ditch their pretentious, ego-inflated professors. What did it matter, anyway? Gradation was just a few weeks away, and no one honestly was making them do anything any more. Plus? Izak had always been the moderately good kid (at least with school), and ditching was exciting. It felt like he was rolling the dice of fate.

"Yes, alright. This is what I'm talking about- Michigan Avenue, shopping....why are we shopping? Shouldn't we be like....taking over the Field Museum?" Not that shopping was entirely horrible. His father, Hadyn, had a weakness for it. Pretty much explained why he was the one Sarah went to with her womanly things- Hadyn was practically a woman at times. Izak liked to think he was more like Elisha, both of them chilling on the couch. Sometimes watching a bit of football, or baseball, or...something with a ball. Yeah- he was definitely more Elisha.

Turning around, Izak looked at the others he was with- and then he spotted the one that didn't belong. "What are you doing here?"