[ And he wouldn't blame anyone for not recognizing him. He's older, hair and beard both shot through with grey, but at least trimmed back to something sensible, unlike his former self. A vaguely military-like uniform has since replaced the one set of clothing younger Nicolas always seemed to wear, throw in the greens scarf, some rings, well...

But he's clearly not the only one who's changed here.

Nicolas frowns at Gregor for all of, perhaps, five seconds before looking up towards the ceiling and speaking to the air, ]

Am I really the only one who got old? How is that fair? [ Not that he expects any answer. No, he just sighs and looks down again. ] I don't suppose you remember what this was for, do you?

[ He asks that, holding up the DVD case. ]