[He makes a winded little laugh, cracked and worn at the edges, almost like he's out of breath. The itch to keep running is there, under his skin, but he can't run from her. Not again. Not when she shouldn't be here either, she's supposed to be home--her new home--with a being that's him but not him--
(And, well, his metacrisis might honestly be a bit more on the level than he is currently, but he's never admitting that out loud.)
It's the dimension cannon and the way she reaches out, overlaying too many memories, that has his laugh turn more real. More light. More him.
He doesn't say anything. He just reaches out with both arms and pulls her into a bone-crushing hug as his answer.]
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(And, well, his metacrisis might honestly be a bit more on the level than he is currently, but he's never admitting that out loud.)
It's the dimension cannon and the way she reaches out, overlaying too many memories, that has his laugh turn more real. More light. More him.
He doesn't say anything. He just reaches out with both arms and pulls her into a bone-crushing hug as his answer.]