Dave looked at Dirk, felt like he was staring at his own reflection. Except, no. Not quite. The hair was different, the glasses too. The jaw more angular. Dirk felt so familiar, so much like… Dave felt a wave of nostalgia pass over him. Dirk stepped forward one hesitant step, then another. Soon they could feel the other's breath on their faces. Dave stared. Dirk stared back. Not a move was made, no expression shown behind tinted lenses.

Dirk put out his hand. "Sup."

Dave's hand met his. "Sup."

They pull each other into an (ironic) hug. Tears were shed.