He hasn't been the same. On the outside, he seemingly hasn't changed. On the outside, he's still a cynical, tired man. He still cracks jokes and he still beats a tatoo into the floor when he's nervous. He still rants incessantly about conspiracies, when he thinks I'm listening or even when I'm not. His car is still in the shop, but I doubt he's ever going to pick it up. He still wears those old shoes he walked into the squad with and he still wears that watch that I've seen off his wrist all of twice.
On the outside.