Herc catches the ball, shifts to look over his shoulder. He expected this. How could he not, given his history?

He catches sight of a familiar face walking towards him, and his memory flips a card. He shifts, straighter, dropping his boot from the other chair.

"Raleigh Becket." Yep, he remembers you. He stands as the younger man gets closer. "I heard you'd been stationed here, mate."