You put the glass of your F/D down. You fiddled with it. You hum, before deciding to speak up. "Y'know....., you remind me of someone I knew when I was alive." You blurted out.

Husk put down the bottle he was drinking from. He propped an eyebrow up. "Oh, really?" He leaned on the counter, looking at you. "Who?" He asked, his usual grumpy demeanour lifting up into curiosity.

"My husband. Now that I think about it. My husbands name was just like yours. In fact, I think it was the same."

Husk felt his breath hitch in his throat. Could you be his wife? Was his hunch right?

"You also sound like my husband. His voice was deep and pretty." You comment.

Husk cracked a quick smile. You had too be his wife, Y/N. Before you both died you had always completed how deep and pretty his voice was. It had to be you. It just had to be.

"Well, on that note...." Husk muttered, his tail twitching and swaying with anxiety. "You remind me an awful lot of my wife."

"W-wait really-!?" You sat up on the bar stool, placing your paws on the bar table.

Husk nodded. "Your last name... Is my last name."

"This can't just be a coincidence- I knew I knew you from somewhere!" You mumbled.

Husk reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your wedding ring. "Is it really you, my Y/N?" He asked in a shaky voice.

"Y-yes, it's me, мой Дорогой." You muttered out. You looked behind you, to make sure no one was watching. When you were sure no one was watching, you brought him into a tight hug.

"I missed you." He cooed, rubbing your back.

"I missed you more." You purred, rubbing his wings.