Vague recognition crossed Bolin's face as he thought. Keith... Keith.. oh!
He, too, was no stranger to being known without meeting, but that was mostly back home on account of his fame and here on account of his brother being a pillar of order and social care amongst Sleepers.
"Keith, right. Hunk has mentioned you."
But not Lance, went unsaid. Quite loudly, probably. Still, Bolin didn't seem to hear it as he shuffled his flyers and extended his hand to shake with a natural, easy friendliness.
"Well, I'm sure they're glad you're here. It's a pleasure to meet you, Keith. Welcome to Trench."
His shake was firm but gentle, hands hardened by work, and confident enough.
"None of us have been here very long, so you don't have too much catching up to do."
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He, too, was no stranger to being known without meeting, but that was mostly back home on account of his fame and here on account of his brother being a pillar of order and social care amongst Sleepers.
"Keith, right. Hunk has mentioned you."
But not Lance, went unsaid. Quite loudly, probably. Still, Bolin didn't seem to hear it as he shuffled his flyers and extended his hand to shake with a natural, easy friendliness.
"Well, I'm sure they're glad you're here. It's a pleasure to meet you, Keith. Welcome to Trench."
His shake was firm but gentle, hands hardened by work, and confident enough.
"None of us have been here very long, so you don't have too much catching up to do."