Davin spots Coop when he comes in, and their brief text exchange is still fresh in his mind. It's odd to see anything other than that charming, carefree smile on Coop's face, and Davin's heart goes out to him. He works his way through the crowd and approaches him with a small smile, looping an arm around his shoulders to pull him in for a brief hug.

"Hey, man. It's good t'see ya." Davin pats his chest and looks at him with no trace of ire. He hasn't had much trouble separating the fabricated past put in his head with the real one. It's like once he knew what it was, his magic just rejected it. He remembers everything, including how Coop treated him, but it's more like a story that someone told him rather than something that actually happened.