Travis Li Montgomery

Travis knew what to expect when someone knocked on the fire station doors this morning. He'd been through this before, the dreams, the going out into the woods to touch a rock. And he'd prayed -- actually legitimately prayed for the first time in ages -- that this time he'd get to see Michael.

"Captain Herrera," he greeted when he saw who was standing there. "Welcome back. You're, uh. Not here alone, are you?"

"Of course not, Montgomery!" Pruitt gave him a tight smile. He gestured with his head at the man standing across the street. Travis looked up, hopes soaring --

". . . Chief Ripley."

"Travis," Pruitt said, clapping him on the shoulder as he stepped past him. "As my daughter might say: 'fix your face'. That's no way to greet your old friend."

"I told you this was a bad idea," Lucas said, crossing the street.

"Yeah, no, it's --" Travis sighed. "It's nice to see you, Chief."

Lucas pulled him into a tight hug. "Michael says hi."

Travis broke down, pressing his face into the other man's shoulder as he tried to keep from sobbing. "So does Vic."

[ooc: can be open, but I'll be AFK for a bit today, so for SLOOOOOWPLAY]