"Yo, Palmer, long time no see!"
The handsome man looked at Palmer with a face full of joy, wrapping his arm around Palmer's neck, looking like a pair of close-knit brothers.
"Say something... don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
He reached out and poked Palmer's cheek. Palmer didn't respond; he didn't even look at this handsome man, his eyes staring directly at the food on the plate, eating mechanically as if the guy beside him didn't exist at all.
"Breathe deeply, Palmer, breathe deeply," Palmer repeated to himself in his mind, "You've prepared for this, haven't you?"
Palmer tried hard to adopt the mindset of a field staff, maintaining calm even when the mountains collapse before him, and having peace of mind despite the tsunami behind him.
And then... and then...
The handsome man raised an eyebrow, "Palmer, are your hands numb?"
