The recognition is immediately apparent on his face. He'd know that voice anywhere.

Robin may look a little different from the last time Irahl saw him, but Vincent hasn't changed a bit. He's wearing practically the same threadbare shirt, under the same massive jacket, and he's still in need of a haircut. His gaze is still unfocused and pointed in the wrong direction. He's got a big case strapped to his back, but otherwise he could have come here straight from the Eclipse.

"Irahl!?"

The surprised laugh this kicks out of him hasn't changed either. With a huge grin, he forgets all about his exhaustion and runs to go catch his friend in the biggest hug he can manage.

He never gave up looking. He'd thought about him almost every day. Seth's always getting on his case for being too stubborn, but he probably would have kept looking until the day he died.

"The fuck are you doin' down here, man!?" He laughs this into his shoulder, absolutely astonished and dizzy with relief to have found him again.

At the top of the ramp, Robin says nothing, because his reality is being shattered for the second time today.