He had been a fairly small boy when he died, and here he was tall and built like a brick house, his eyes were harder but he still had the same face. He cleared his throat feeling the eyes on him.
"In the flesh..." He muttered as he made his way over. Knowing Alfred would want him to actually speak to the man. "Your hair's turning gray..." He spoke the obvious but it really put in perspective the years hes been gone. He didn't reach out, he kept his hands in his jacket pocket.
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Date: 2017-12-15 08:08 pm (UTC)"In the flesh..." He muttered as he made his way over. Knowing Alfred would want him to actually speak to the man. "Your hair's turning gray..." He spoke the obvious but it really put in perspective the years hes been gone. He didn't reach out, he kept his hands in his jacket pocket.