Joe turns at the sound of his voice, totally and utterly convinced for a split second that he has to be imagining things. Coincidences happen every now and then, but there's a fine line between coincidence and...really fucking weird.
But no, not weird. It's Patrick standing there. He's older and changed, grown up and set with a kind of seriousness he didn't have when they were in school.
"Patrick," Joe says, trying not to gape. "What are you doing here?"