"Fuck, you genuinely sound like me," Michael says, because he'd been the same. "Alex wanted to start over, as friends, and when I got here, I was a fucking mess and I wanted the same, so we did start that way. Friends, no kissing, barely hugging, and learning about each other. We became best friends."

And then this place turned them into the teenagers that hooked up, with no memory of anything else.

So maybe the universe is bound to step in, if it's meant to happen. "Look, if that's what's most important to you, I get that, I do. I'm just of the opinion that you should never shut doors if you want something." Says a man who indulges in acetone and liquor like it's going out of style, and he reaches for his mimosa for a punctuating sip.