@cfguygardner
It was almost like a scene from a movie, Hal thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Two people racing towards each other, crashing into something bigger than themselves. But instead of a confession of something, or even a kiss, the only thought on his mind as he rushed towards Guy Gardner was that one of them was probably going to get punched right in the face. Either that or he’d buy Guy a beer, the universe hadn’t quite decided how their conversation would go.
Still, it was always better to start things out with a smile, to assume things would go well.
“Hey, Gardner!” He half-yelled, “When the hell did you get here?”
He held out his fist, the one with the ring on it, in a silent request for a fist bump.









