You push open the doors of the Garrison, the familiar scent of tobacco and whisky wrapping around you. Smoothing out your dress, your eyes find him instantly. Your heart sinks. It really is him. Leaning against the bar, he carries that air of weary authority. His blue eyes catch yours, and a flicker of recognition lights up his face, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Years apart melt away in that single moment, memories rushing back as you step closer, swallowing hard.