He spent a decent chunk of time in Santa Cecilia, initially, then gone back to America for a time, which - well. He'll get into that when he gets to it. But for now he lights right up when he sees Héctor, and laughs right along with him as he gets swept into a skeleton hug. He's careful not to crush poor Héctor's bones in turn.

"Oh man, I was hoping you were here!" He grins up at the taller undead. "I mean, I heard you got all your music back, so I thought maybe you went on a tour or something." Peter, if Héctor had gone on tour, you'd have heard about it. Nerd.

He leans into Héctor's hand with a twinge of guilt. But. Welp. It's not like he'd have been able to hide it. "I uh - I snuck back to New York to see Aunt May. That wasn't the best idea."