V disappeared 2 years ago, presumed dead. Kerry couldn’t move on, so he focused on his music career and drinking heavily. Waiting for the small chance V will come back to him… and by some God given miracle, he does.

Kerry’s—literally—in orbit when V calls him, it throws off his entire performance but the press were calling it his best since the Samurai tribute in the 50’s, so atleast that counts… Maybe it was the adrenaline of V being alive and staying alive for the foreseeable future with Johnny out of his head now, who knows?

But, as a result of the coma he was in for two years and the subsequent nervous system damage sustained during an operation to remove the Relic, V's nervous system can no longer handle most forms of cyberware. He was different.

It felt wrong asking Kerry to take them back after years of silence, not to mention how different they looked now.. All ganic and, well.. Useless, really.

Maybe that’s why he shows up to Kerrys with a jar of olives for their shared margarita, a fond joke they shared way back when he was still the toughest motherfucker in Night City.

…Now he was just this.

With some struggle, clearly not remembering how heavy the doors were to Kerr’s villa, he pushes the doors open and wanders to the main lounge to find Kerry setting down a guitar, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck, it is you!” Kerry beams in disbelief, already coming up out of his seat to throw his arms around the man with a laugh of disbelief. “God i thought some psychopath stalker was playing a prank..”