"Mr. Fet?" Setrakian can't say more- strong arms and broad shoulders were crushing him in a bear hug. It felt oddly… comfortable. Fet laughed and set him down. "Always said I'd be back, didn't I?" He reminded of a labrador- all bounding energy and genuine excitement. There was a flush to his cheeks, a spring in his step. It was jarring, given how he'd last seen him, how the world had ended. Setrakian looked him up and down, still processing. An improvement? Definitely.
"Where," He says finally. Embarrassingly, his voice shakes. "Have you been?"
"Around. I know," Fet says apologetically at Setrakian's confusion."It's vague," The bastard smirked. "I don't exactly keep a log these days." Setrakian voiced his thoughts aloud."That seems unlike you." "Huh," Fet grins even wider, knows what he's thinking too because suddenly the grin's fond. "Maybe I've changed, Professor."
Maybe you never knew him at all.
"Then I… restate my question. What have you been up to?" Fet shrugs.
"Raising hell, mostly. Smuggling stuff, kicking things. A guy's got to eat." "Have you kept your promise?" Fet deflates slightly as if that had never entered his mind. "'Course. Said I would, didn't I?" Setrakian nods. "I…" He says, unsure of where he's going. There's a warm feeling in his chest. "I'm glad." It feels like hope. Fet beams. "Me too."