“They say the internet is forever,” he chuckles softly. He didn’t ask, but he listens to the story just as intently as if he had, laughing when she admits she couldn’t keep a straight face through some of it. “It was just an updated modern version of the tours in the early days, wasn’t it? What’d they call you—” he makes a broad rectangle with his thumb and first finger of both hands like he’s angling a camera, “Star-Spangled Gal With A Goal?”

There’s a warm, heavy weight to that. Being able to so easily call up memories like that is… it’s nothing short of amazing. Something he had once thought he may never have again.

He huffs a soft laugh and rolls his eyes as he finishes off the last of his current drink. Did that make three or four? He’s lost count.

“Yeah, but who’s counting anyway?” he smirks slightly.