There's certainly enough to be different; Sweeney's a little older, a little more worn. Longer beard, redder hair that's more generous in its crest, but at his core, he's the same enough that he doesn't even question the name.

He brightens instantly at the sight of the unexpected companion, and even though his body is still screaming at the abuse, there's no hesitation before he comes in. He hunches over to greet the dog while still making room for Will to close the door. Once that's accomplished, Sweeney crumples to sitting on the floor to give proper ear scritches. His focus doesn't lift when he speaks.

"You've been holdin' out on me."

The Irish is there, but it's a bit rounder around the edges than when last they spoke.