Tall. Of all the things about him now to notice, not his sunken face or mess of hair teeth. He laughs quietly. Grateful, he sits down right there.

"A lot has changed, my friend. Even you, a little bit." And a lot. "Do you remember everything from then? Do you remember Atchison? You were so scared of him. And I was scared of... a lot of things. We were going to run away, the both of us."