Okay so there is a man in this story who used to send voice memos of himself doing impressions at 11pm. Chaotic. Beloved. Unhinged in the best way. That man is gone. In his place is someone who says "we don't really do that anymore" when the boys bring up literally anything from before 14 months ago. The DMs between the remaining members of this friend group read like a group therapy transcript. One guy keeps sending old TikToks of them from two summers ago with zero caption. Everyone knows what it means. Nobody says it.