[It takes him a bit longer to get there but soon enough, the sound of rolling wheels on pavement approaches from behind. Spotting Pokey, he eases to a stop on his heel brake, letting the tip of his bat drag along the ground in doing so.

By now, you probably know him well enough to tell just by looking at him that something's off. There's a bit of a droop in his shoulders and he isn't wearing his usual smirk.

Without looking up, Slugger nods once in greeting.]