<blockquote>The footsteps came to a stop. Only one set, Will realized. That was intriguing.
He cracked an eye, and by the skin of his teeth contained the wave of sick hot reaction that swept him. "Oh," he said. "It's you."
The Mandalorian looked at him, and said nothing.
Or probably looked at him, at least. Always hard to be sure, behind that damned helmet.
(Or: The Mandalorian is the Mandalorian. Will Garin used to be his partner, in multiple senses of the word. It didn't work out great, last time they saw each other; but this time, things go a little differently.)</blockquote>
