Han smiles a genuine smile. He hadn’t expected to run into anybody he knew at a wedding that he was crashing, much less someone he considered a good friend. He hasn’t seen his pal, Bob, in ages.

Yeah, his eyes are a little glassy, but he fits right in at a wedding, right? At a good wedding there isn’t a dry eye in the house. That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.

“Heya pal, didn’t expect to see you here.”