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Chuck laughed. "I have to give you props for that, there's not many podcasts I listen to, but yours does have me hooked." He admitted and looked at him as they walked. "Of course I am, I love Hell's Kitchen, the food has never done me wrong, and neither has the atmosphere or anything else there."

"Well I am a podcast host, gotta be dramatic no matter what I do." Milo laughed and looked at Chuck and began to walk with him to Hell's Kitchen. "And what if I don't feel like talking?" He asked him. "Not really talking, just talking about nothing that matters. You still gonna be down to going to eat with me?" Though he had a feeling he already knew the answer to his own question.

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"Now when have I ever let that be the case, Brittany? Even when Blair was sadly with Louis or with Daniel, of all people, when have I ever let Gossip Girl or anyone, come between her and I?"

"Good, honestly Chuck, good for you and Blair. Too many people let gossip and bullshit rule their relationship."

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"Gossip Girl will never make anything better for anyone." Chuck looked at Adrianna. "Even when Daniel was Gossip Girl, all it caused was drama and chaos."

"I really hate how right you are in that." Adrianna sighed and looked at Chuck. "Gossip Girl has just made everything so much worse."

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Chuck laughed. "That is very true, maybe one day Henry and Eleanor can take over the empires that Blair and I keep building. Or, they'll take over the world. I'm not sure which one would be more entertaining, yet terrifying to see."

Hanna laughed warmly, clearly entertained. "I love that. Starting young, huh?" she said, shaking her head fondly. "Honestly, with you and Blair as parents, I don’t think they had much of a chance not to be a little extra." She smiled genuinely at Chuck. "But that’s kind of perfect. The world could use a few more tiny powerhouses in training."

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Chuck gave a slow grin, the kind that crept up one side of his face before it took the whole thing hostage. He stepped up beside Milo, rested his forearms on the railing, and stared out at the river like it might offer answers if you looked long enough.

“You always did have a flair for the dramatic,” he said, voice easy, worn smooth like river stones. “But yeah. This place? Still got that mix of rust and sea air that makes you think something important’s about to happen—then never quite does.”

He paused, listening to the city exhale behind them. “Truth or lie, huh? Depends on what kind of night it is.”

Chuck turned, appraising Milo with a quiet fondness, the way you look at an old friend who never really left, just drifted a little out of frame.

“I could eat,” he said finally. “Hell’s Kitchen ramen sounds like a gamble I’m willing to lose. Let’s see if it’s magic or regret in a bowl. Either way—we'll call it a story.”

He clapped Milo once on the back, then started walking. “C’mon. You can tell me what’s been stirring in that quiet chest of yours over a soft-boiled egg and a questionable broth.”

The breeze coming off the river tugged gently at Milo’s collar as he leaned over the railing, eyes tracing the slow churn of the current below. The evening sun cast long streaks of gold across the water, broken only by the occasional ripple of a passing ferry or a drifting gull. Behind him, the low hum of the city pressed on—honking horns, laughter from a rooftop bar, the distant rumble of the subway beneath the pavement.

Milo didn’t turn when the footsteps approached. He just smiled faintly, recognizing the gait before the voice.

“You’re late,” he said, not unkindly, still watching the water. “But it’s alright. I needed the quiet.”

He straightened and turned, hands slipping into his jacket pockets. The weight in his chest had settled into something quieter over the years, but tonight, for some reason, it stirred again.

“Funny how this spot never changes, huh?” he said, glancing out at the skyline. “Still smells like salt and engine grease. Still feels like a good place to tell the truth, or maybe lie really well.” He laughed once, short and soft.

Then he looked back, eyes clearer now. “Anyway—look, before we get into anything heavy, I was thinking. You hungry? I passed this tiny ramen place in Hell’s Kitchen on the way here—looked like the kind of hole-in-the-wall that’s either amazing or gives you food poisoning. Wanna roll the dice?” @ggstarterblog

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"Oh I think Henry and Eleanor won't be surprised at all by whatever stories Blair and I have to tell them." Chuck laughed. "They're already acting like us and Eleanor is only a year and a half." He said and smiled.

Hanna grinned, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. What’s life without a few wild stories to embarrass our kids with later?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. "I mean, they’ll roll their eyes, but deep down they’ll love knowing their parents weren’t completely boring." She chuckled and raised her glass slightly toward Chuck. "Here’s to chaos, mystery, and plenty of future stories."

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"Better to be kept on our toes than be bored and not have stories to tell our future children, right?"

Hanna laughed softly, the tension easing from her shoulders. “You’re not wrong. Some people are just too messy to be pulling strings that flawlessly.” She tapped her glass thoughtfully. “And yeah, as twisted as it sounds, there is something comforting about the chaos. It’s familiar, you know?” She gave Chuck a wry smile. “Normal gets boring fast. A little mystery keeps us on our toes—even if it comes with a side of drama-induced headaches.”

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Chuck laughed and looked at Brittany. "Trust me, the less people that Blair and I have worrying about our relationship, the better. Not that we ever let people stop us from being together before, and we certaniy won't change our ways now."

Brittany nodded. "Hey, I get it. I mean, I guess I do. Not my relationship, not something I really have to pay attention to and I mean that in a nice way."

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"Well what exactly are you trying to process, Sis?" He raised a brow at her and for a split second, a moment of worry washed over him and a million and one thoughts about what Serena could be worrying about raced through his mind. "You know you can tell me whatever you're thinking about or worrying about, right?"

Serena looked at Chuck and a smile came onto her face. "I know, you, Blair, and even Nate and Dan have been amazing support systems for me in my life and I apprecaite it." She said. "I just...there are some things I'm still trying to process you know?"

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"If only more people thought like you did, Elijah." Chuck looked at him. "Gossip Girl wouldn't have nearly as much power as she currently does."

"I don't care about anyone's drama because it doesn't effect me. It shouldn't effect anyone, to be honest."

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"Don't be so shocked Maddox, I can be humble from time to time." He said with a shrug. "And nobody actually has their life figured out. Doesn't matter what their last name, social status is, or any of that. We're all on this rock, floating through space, acting like we know what we're doing."

Ryker looked at Chuck. "I'm surprised to hear you admit that." He admitted and cocked his head to the side. "You always seem like you have everything figured out. Even when shit spirals."

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"We don't, or we try not to." Chuck looked at Amber. "Makes like so much easier for us."

Amber nodded. "Well that's good that you know where your relationship with Blair lies, but I figured you and her don't ever get into bullshit either."

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"That's because we don't let Gossip Girl, or anyone, dictate how we feel or tell us who we are. It makes life so much more better, Dylan."

Dylan nodded. "Well I'm glad that her post hasn't gotten under your skin." She said with a smile. "You two have always been a really...interesting couple, but I feel like you two can always work out anything."

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"That's because we're all used to over reacting. Those of us who have dealt with Gossip GIrl for a long time, kind of us just got used to it." He looked at Topper. "And sometimes we'd do something extra as shit, just to make sure she'd keep writing about us."

"Isn't that what Gossip Girl, and pretty much everyone does?" Topper raised a brow and looked at Chuck. "Since moving here, I don't know a single person who hasn't over reacted to something."

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"I get it." Chuck nodded and shrugged. "I mean, I'm sure there are people out here, especially in Manhattan, that would hire you and your friends for a treasure hunt."

John B shook his head and he couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever Gossip Girl wrote about me is probably a lie." He said to Chuck. "If there was a treasure hunt, I wouldn't be boasting about it, much let alone be somewhere where Gossip Girl can find me."

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Chuck raised an amused eyebrow at Tony. "You going out for a role of a mobster or something there, Salazar?" He asked. "Because that's the vibes you're giving off right now."

Tony gave a half-smirk, eyes flicking up briefly before returning to his food. “Good,” he said coolly. “Then we won’t have a problem.” He took a bite, then added, “Just keep it that way.” Though he knew that Chuck wasn't one for drama and it was one of the things he actually liked about the other male.

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"Or the worse." Chuck looked at Monet. "She likes to play mind games and always has. The person behind the persona might change, but her playing games will never change."

"I personally think it means I'm going to the right amount of parties." Monet shrugged. "The less Gossip Girl posts about me, in any sense, the better."