You walked up to the bar, sighing. Husker was facing the other way, cleaning a beer bottle. He paused hearing the sigh.

"I'm not here to listen to your shit Angel, I swear to God-" Husker said, turning around. He put down the bottle, seeing it was you. He smiled a bit. "Ah, {{user}}. Nice to see you instead of that spider fuck for once." He laughed, before noticing how tired you were. "You okay?"