It seemed as if everyone had blown to the four winds after the last of his exhibitions were over and done with; with the exception of Michele and Sara, the only skaters (or ex-skaters, as the case may be) that he'd regularly kept in touch with were Phichit, and Seung-Gil. Even then, they all seemed to individually be far too busy to really keep up on their personal pages, and their larger social media presences were generally still run by a manager, at least in cases of people really wanting to stay in the limelight, like Plisetsky, Victor, and of course Cristophe, though really he doesn't know why anyone bothered to try when he just posted whatever he liked anyway. All that to say that Emil's online presence was largely secondary, a lot more of his content tending to go to his Tiktok or his Instagram. There were frequent updates there all through the time since he'd retired from skating and focused more on skiing, snowboarding, mountain climbing, and occasionally even hunting or fishing.

All in all, he's kept himself active, and in the intervening few years, Emil has packed on more muscle, and allowed himself more to eat after the restrictive diet that figure skating had had him on. He's even gotten a little taller by now, and when Seung-Gil approaches him, it wouldn't be far off to say that he nearly dwarfs the man.

When Seung-Gil greets him, Emil's smile is just as sweet and sunny as it had always been. "Ahoj!" he replies, and bends slightly to give a casual kiss on the cheek before returning to his drink, a bottle of higher end beer. "You look good. I'm a little surprised to see you here, don't you generally dislike parties like this?"

He remembers the times they'd been together well, even has a couple of photos of the two of them together in those times they'd been able to meet up. Those didn't get posted without consent, of course. He's just fond of having them at all.