I don't think he will. Just introduce yourself to him. And if he does, then he'll have a bone to pick with me.
It's like on the tip of my tongue, but instead of my tongue, it's on the tip of my brain, and it's bugging the hell out of me. It was a long time ago. Another universe. Another face.
And there it goes. It's gone. I can't even remember what I was thinking of. Except that I was trying to.