An old friend? Molly studied the man in front of him carefully, taking in the ragged appearance and striking blue eyes. No memories came flooding back to him. Still, there was something about Caleb that was familiar, and a warm feeling stirred in Molly to be this close. There was level of trust here he didn’t often feel with complete strangers.
He kept his eyes trained on Caleb’s, even if the other didn’t directly meet his gaze.
“You said my name,” Molly murmured, a curiosity in his voice. “Are you one of them?”
The Mighty Nein. The ones who had left him his identity and not enough information to understand who he had been beyond that. He was Mollymauk, and he was completely different now, wasn’t he?
When the brooch appeared in the other’s hand, Molly raised his eyebrows to see it. That was familiar as well, and for a moment, Molly held his breath. He knew his Gods. He knew his world even if Preya wasn’t much like Wildemount or Exandria outside of this district. Caleb wasn’t from here, and something in Molly wanted to pluck the object from this man’s hand and say Thank you.
“I do know you,” he murmured, surprise in his tone. In a gentle, careful move, Molly leaned in to press his forehead to Caleb’s. Maybe this intimate moment was a test in itself. Who would allow this if not someone who cared for him? “Your cat recognized me too. That’s awfully telling.”