Seems their respective 'lasts year's' were turning points for both of them. If Hart gave a hard mental squint, he could remember Bart's appearance to them all, buried in all of the stress of Kobra running around like an idiot, tossing his followers around like confetti to get in their way.

It had nearly worked.
Nearly.

Hart gave back a decent enough shake, trying hard not to assume his earlier, more withdrawn position after they break. He wasn't sure what to exactly do with himself though, finding himself more apt to stare at Bart's feet than his face.

...god, that kid has big feet.
To keep the voice quiet, he looked back up, eyes generally focused on the smiley, smack in the middle of his chest.

"We did, didn't we?" he nodded slowly, a nervous smile pushing out. "Is it...okay if we sit while we talk? I'm still feeling a little shaky."