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[faithful_lt]

He hasn't forgotten the impossible, wonderful place that Felix showed him at the end of the universe. (How could he?) He just hasn't had the chance to pursue it on his own, not until now

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[makesthings]

Sameth looks up from when Hoshi enters, the uniform looks familiar and he's aware again of how long its been since he talked to Gaeta, "Hello?"

He's at a table with bags under his eyes and a collection of papers to sketch on.

[faithful_lt]

"Hello," he says, turning to face the younger man. Hoshi's smile is still bright.

[makesthings]

"This might sound odd, but a while ago, I knew someone who wore a uniform like yours. A man named Felix Gaeta, do you know him?"

Sameth can't help smiling in return.

[faithful_lt]

If possible, his smile brightens even further.

"I do," Hoshi tells him. "We serve together on Galactica."

He offers his hand.

"Lieutenant Louis Hoshi."

[veryvorkosigan]

A middle-aged woman seated at a table near the door glances up at that, and smiles at the delight in his face.

[faithful_lt]

He catches her movement and the smile, and his own shades slightly sheepish.

"Probably doesn't seem as amazing to someone who's been coming here for a while, I'm guessing?" he says.

He himself can't imagine ever not being amazed, but that's different.

[veryvorkosigan]

"I wouldn't say less amazing," she says thoughtfully. "Less surprising, perhaps."

[faithful_lt]

"That's a nice distinction," Hoshi agrees.

[true_desire]

"Yes. It usually does work," a voice behind Hoshi says, patiently. "Provided you want it enough."

There's a faint curl of cigarette smoke, twisting into hearts on the currents of air.

[faithful_lt]

"So I gather, but--"

He's turning as he speaks, and then just blinks in surprise at the first glimpse of the familiar features, even as his smile grows and lights up his face.

"-- I thought you were on shift until later!"

[true_desire]

"Oh, I'm always on duty, especially here." The man in front of Hoshi smirks, the expression not quite sitting right for the face he's expecting, the tilt of the hand holding his cigarette a little more fey than familiar.

"I'm sorry, I think you must be mistaking me for someone else." He juggles his cigarette and raises his right, clearly inviting a handshake. "I get that a lot. Desire."

[faithful_lt]

Hoshi blinks as the subtle changes register, and openly scrutinizes the other man even as he automatically offers his own hand in return.

"... I'm sorry, it's just that the resemblance is uncanny."

A beat.

"I'm Hoshi," he says, "Louis Hoshi, and I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"