He could feel his teeth clench against the cigarette with the sound of that oh-so-familiar voice, like a faint echo from a past life. Damn, he was probably ruining the filter at this point. He was probably going to have to pull out another one once he stopped for a sec.

His shoulders tensed as he felt his pace quicker in hopes of escaping facing that familiar face again.

Nope. No. Never. You can't make him. In fact, now he's just outright running down the corridor.

Wow.