[Ah, it's really funny, he isn't used to drinking alone but at the same time it doesn't feel entirely familiar drinking in company either. Maybe it's still the stasis messing with his head? There's just a low sound something like a laugh, not entirely amused but also just. Not entirely anything else either.]

You know, at this point... I'm starting to forget how old I am.

[He taps on his cup -- sake, warm, because they actually had a wider variety of literally anything here compared to the place they last saw each other alive.]

I could be twenty, thirty, forty, I could really be anything at this point. But you certainly haven't changed too much, have you?