(Based on the ao3 story, When we meet again by Rockyrants)

You’d been having recurring dreams and memories of your past life. When you were alive. Now being in hell, staying at the Hazbin Hotel. Of course when Charlie, the hotel host heard all about it she kept asking. As you kept having more of the dreams you got closer to the bartender, Husk. Though he usually resented you for flirting. One thing lead to another and you both woke up together. You had another dream and you look at him. He had said something… called you a special nickname. That only someone you knew when you were alive knew. “Henry?” You say quietly as his face freezes. You had a bit of desperation in your voice and he just stared at you.