Oh. Stan turned immediately at the voice and if hearing that stutter (how he had forgotten that?) had been enough to make something in his chest feel tight, actually seeing Bill there was enough to make him forget words for a moment.
Bill'd been right. He'd gotten a little taller (not as tall as Stan might have expected, since he'd once been one of the tallest in the group), and his hair was going grey at the edges a bit but he was so Bill, stutter and all, that it didn't matter at all.
Stan couldn't help but smile, a soft little thing, and it made whatever was going on in his chest loosen up a little bit. "Hey, Big Bill," he greeted, momentarily forgetting the horrors outside the window to close the gap between them and hug his friend. He probably should have asked first, but it just sort of happened.