[ethan smirks a very tiny bit at that look of hers.]

I could. I could name more than five people. Well, granted, I don't know all of their names. Trust, they don't like me very much. [yes, they have both changed and grown from those people that they were, and ethan doesn't know how to deal with his own changes. he desperately wants social interaction but stumbles over and panics over it. he latches on to even the slightest bit of affection from anyone like a man starved for it because he has been, and he's old and wiser too.

ethan wants her to tell him whatever she wants to or feels comfortable saying. there are no requirements, no expectations of anything at all. he knows he hasn't been around. he knows that when he is around, it's hard for him to be around. it's hard no matter what. his chest aches tightly with a lot of things that threaten to tear it up to pieces before he shakes his head a bit at the question, sliding his hand behind his neck.]

I don't... really know. It's been awhile. I know there was a ball that happened while I wasn't here. Someone mentioned it.