He would recognize it anywhere. Even fraught with the war, dirt lining his wrinkles despite his attempt to scrub them out, he would know her anywhere. Cautious, he approaches and settles beside her, raising a brow as he regards what she's wearing. "Is there an occasion I missed?" he wonders, wondering how long it's been since she last saw him, how long it's been since they were last together.
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[I'm only on episode 7, so be kind on spoilers!]