I don't know what to say

The Armada had been his home for a while, though it had hardly felt like it. The move seemed like it was only yesterday, but he couldn't be more wrong. He was just a kid still when Sirius brought him home, now a grown man with a rank that showed his efforts. He didn't know if Resin or his own mother would be proud of him, but he liked to believe that they did. The thought of joining them rarely left his mind, but he knew that his time would time one day. It almost had when he'd fallen off the mountain, but fate decided against it that day. He couldn't have been more grateful really... he wasn't really ready to die that day Sirius found him, but it certainly felt like his only option at the time.

"It's been an adjustment between shifts and the bar, but nothing too difficult. Now that you're back I assume work is about to really begin?" he mused with a slight smirk, humor picking at his words through his question.

"Speech!"