He doesn't push her away or swear at her, doesn't grunt with well-veiled affection, doesn't even stiffen up uncomfortably. He hugs her back.
Shit, don't cry. Don't cry.
She holds onto him for a few moments more before finally releasing, straightening up with both hands on his shoulders to get a good look at him. He looks the same as she remembers. That could be good or bad.
"How did you get here," she says. "How - were you looking for me? Was it the Rift, or..." She doesn't want to give voice to the other option, that he doesn't know anymore than she did, that this could happen to anyone.
okay first of all how dare you
Shit, don't cry. Don't cry.
She holds onto him for a few moments more before finally releasing, straightening up with both hands on his shoulders to get a good look at him. He looks the same as she remembers. That could be good or bad.
"How did you get here," she says. "How - were you looking for me? Was it the Rift, or..." She doesn't want to give voice to the other option, that he doesn't know anymore than she did, that this could happen to anyone.
It could happen to Greta.
It could happen to Greta. Shit.