[It takes him a moment to see Ianchus there, but when he sees him, it's with a sense of understanding. Of course that's why he'd been drawn there. It only made sense to drag them both back. The town had its plans, and it knew all. Of course they would have to meet back there.

Still, at the same time: he knew Ianchus had never truly hurt him. He had been drunk and unruly and handsy, yes, but he had not hurt him. Really, it had been his own fault. He had overreacted, overcorrected, overdone everything. Even in the confines of his own mind, he could hear his father call him 'weak'.

When he speaks, his voice is as normal as he can make it:]
Hello, Ianchus.