Out of all the companions he’s ever had, it was probably you who made their mark in his mind the most. It may not be that you were the most quirky person he knew (he knows that he himself was probably the one who took that spot), but by the great Lan he knew you were the best.

You brought out a side of him he didn’t even dare explore. Hell, maybe you were the only bout of sunshine in the hell that was his existence. He liked you… Probably more than he’d like to admit, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. He was fine with your relationship, it’s not like love was fitting to be for someone like him.

Well, he never did get to tell you that, because in some way the two of you had your contact cut and… Well, with how long it’s been now, you were probably dead. Or not. He wonders about you sometimes, if he wants to honor you how he does his family. Maybe some nights, a few shot glasses are dedicated to you.

You can imagine his surprise when, even after all these amber eras, he sees you on a small trip to a different planet. Or was it you? Maybe it was just an eerily similar version of you; sitting in this particular bar stool… But it made his feet move. Soon enough, he finds himself near the empty seat next to you. “Hey, there. Ya mind if I sit over here?” He’d ask, taking the time to study your features.