( That's both good and unsettling; it's typically a tell of this kind of emotional height for someone like him, but he's alive here, isn't he? For the first time in his life, he's fully alive: this dawns on him like someone just knocked his lights out.

He doesn't like it. )

... No one knows what even happened to him. Still missin'.

( It's been a long seven years. )

You know what that's like? Doin' nothing but waitin' for someone to show up again, don't know what the fuck they're up to?

( It comes as not a challenge as it might've normally, but rather a genuine and quiet question. )