Having confirmed that he isn't the only one from back home, Simon almost anticipates at least someone else from the gang coming here and recognizing him. It's how things work, between all of them, something bizarre happens and everyone meets in the middle again somehow.

Yet, when he hears his name in a familiar accent and a strange voice, he perks up and realises he has no idea who this guy is. He doesn't have a chance to dispute his familiarity when he's dragged into a vigrorous and tight embrace. It knocks the wind out of him, momentarily, enough for him not protest the smooch.

Finally, he gathers his bearings enough to writhe away and fix a confused look on Rudy. He almost wants to play along- because how often is someone so excited to see you? But he can't help telling the truth.

"I- I don't think I know you." He can't help the stutter, Rudy got him all riled up.