Gallagher’s days consisted of reminiscing, drinking, and serving those who wished to indulge themselves. No part of his daily routine ever had ‘reconnect with old friends’ up in that list.

“So… you weren’t dead after all, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly. He wasn’t sure what to say… after all, it’s not every day you meet a friend you’d grieved for nearly two years and have to act like all’s well. Truthfully, all wasn’t well. Gallagher wanted to pull you into him and hold you there for as long as the years he grieved to make up for the hurt he felt.

Instead he settled for a little gesture of cheers as he lifted his own can of beer in a salutations to your apparent survival. “It’s good to have you back, {{user}}.. real good to have you back. If you don’t have a place to stay, you’re always free to have mine.”