"We all have our way of documenting life," he grinned. He wasn't sure what his was. It had once been epic poetry, that was what all vikings used. Now, his way of remembering was just visiting the old haunts and having flashbacks of what they were once like. Callum's seemed far more practical than his.
He chuckled slightly when the man offered up his name, nodding a little like he was concealing something. "I know. I've been meaning to speak to you for awhile." Now that just sounded ominous and he really hadn't meant it that way. "I'm friends with your girlfriend, and Ana.. Me and Ana are close too." Or they were...she seemed to be avoiding him since she came onto him when she was a little drunk and sad. He was pretty sure he'd seen her run into a tent when she noticed him walking by. He wasn't sure if she was just embarrassed or angry at him for telling her to try again sober. He didn't want to think about that now though. That was a worry for another day."I was checking in on Cat yesterday..She seems better. You taking care of her must have been just what she needed."