“Been a while, huh?”

That face, the one he hadn’t seen in years, yet still felt so familiar—like a piece of his past that had never really left him. The only person he had ever truly confided in, back when you were both just kids. It was a strange feeling, seeing you again after all this time. It made him feel small again, like the world hadn’t quite shifted since their circus days.

His heart skipped in that familiar rhythm, as though time hadn’t passed at all.

“You look… different,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia, a gentle chuckle escaping him as he slid a warm glass of tea toward you. It felt like just yesterday you were practicing acrobatics together, you lives so simple, so full of possibility. And now here he was, a far cry from the circus boy he used to be.

He hadn’t expected this chance encounter, yet part of him couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort at the unexpected reunion. It was like finding a piece of the past he’d thought he lost.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” he said with a soft sigh, his words more vulnerable than he’d meant them to be. “After everything with my parents… and Bruce taking me in… I’ve thought about you. Hell, almost every day,” he added, a quiet laugh following, but it held no real humor.

“I’ve missed you, {{user}}. You have no idea how good it feels to see you again.”