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he wouldn't say he knew the man well, they certainly weren't the best friends type with matching friendship bracelets or drunken matching tattoos, but bowen was at least familiar enough with matai that when he stumbled upon the other man-- on the island motunui, or whatever sam had told him it was called-- bowen ran up to him and pulled him into a hug without a moment of hesitation. “oh my gosh, matai, i'm so happy to see you.” the man delivered him his mail, at home and when he was working at town hall, and while they talked almost every day-- and bowen had failed at plenty of attempts to flirt with him-- he was just happy to see someone that brought him comfort; even if, at the back of his mind, he was wondering who he was since he had no memories of the man from back home; only from pellar's town.
“if you're here too that means, well assuming you're dealing with the same headache i am-- that means you're not from there; home. i guess it's not home though. pellar's town, i mean. that means you're from somewhere else too? you are someone else? honestly, i don't care. i'm just so happy to see someone i know. i was beginning to think i went crazy, especially after i turned into a deer-- that's a thing i can do by the way, that's actually who i am-- but it was weird.” he rambled, arms still tight around matai, as he just… unloaded on him. “and then i ran into sam-- samuel. you know, he's like the big real estate guy back home-- i mean, in pellar's town. but he's here too and that's how i realized it wasn't just me, and that this wasn't some weird nightmare, which was comforting but also not comforting--” he finally remembered people had personal space as he peeled himself off the other man and offered him a sheepish smile and a soft apology under his breath. “sorry-- uh-- a bit of an overload there, huh. you… you okay?”
