Ahh a few familiar things. In the late 2000's I was one of those extremely unique individuals who lived in a factory loft building, with a studio a few floors below. Endless times I was there alone drawing comics and fulfilling orders in the dead of night, walking down a darkened hallway to use a terrifying empty bathroom.
More timely to this strip, I was thinking about the friends who've drifted away with their own loves and successes and passions. Implicit in this strip is that Eve and Hanna won't always live together. I think I meant for "in 40" to have more than one meaning. They will always see each other.
I've personally disappeared to much of the world since I entered my 30s. At some point whether we want it or not, there are no more spontaneous hangs, no more nights that last forever, no more deep moments of intimacy and struggle. It's more work to be friends when you're all busy and your more stubborn features have cemented. But I still see a future with these friends, my dearest ones, the people with whom things are exactly the same even if we haven't seen each other in months or years. They're stars in the sky, distant, anchored and twinkling.
Eve's pose in the final panel mirrors one we saw of Will when Larry returns from vacation.