He heard Jack's voice before he could turn around. But turn he did and there was his friend sitting on the barstool in coat. One thing that Hogan had realized, it was cold in Cardiff in the winter.
For once, unusual when he was at the club, Rob was wearing casual clothes. They still looked the era, he had a style and he liked sticking to it, but it wasn't his uniform... that was in the bag upstairs in his apartment.
"That's a good toast. And extremely fitting." He reached behind the counter and grabbed a second glass, pouring Jack a drink. "Thanks. Though I wasn't expecting you to come all this way just to welcome me back." He chuckled at this, pouring himself another drink. "I'm... I guess about as well as could be expected. I was right, the veteran's archives in Washington had better resources than doing it on my own." he sombered a bit. "You were right... maybe I should have stopped looking. Think I may have found more than I ever wanted." He downed the second drink.