[Something in his chest catches at that - it's always the same, when he's reminded of what he's missing back home, of how he's dead and gone there. This intense wave of grief that makes him feel awkward and unhappy and a little ashamed. He doesn't regret what he did, so he shouldn't be upset about it, right?

Not what he wants to be thinking about right now, but it shows on his face.]

Wow, only a year and a half for me. So much must have changed, I can't imagine. Do you want to grab a coffee and you can catch me up?