Three is dancing and jumping up and down to music that isn't really made for dancing. It's the sort of music that's meant to play just beneath conversations, not the sort that's really meant to be acknowledged. That's probably why he spends much of the time dancing alone. A few people sort of wander into his orbit and get swept up a little in the dancing before moving on to something a little more interesting.

Only one person walks directly toward him. Purposeful. Seeing that face (his face. But not his face. Not just his face) and having it speak to him in a voice that isn't quite his (there are differences. To everyone else, they may sound the same, but there are differences) makes it feel like he just got punched in the stomach. It knocks all the wind out of him and makes it hard for him to catch his breath again. His eyes widen and he just stares at Tres. He thought Tres was just... gone. There was just a hole in his life where Tres used to be. And now, just like that, here he is, just standing in front of Three. Even though he can feel Tres again, this still feels like one of those 'too good to be true' moments.

Three barks out a rather sardonic laugh before fixing Tres with a look of utter disbelief. "'Hello again'? That's it?"