Okay. Okay, the gun can go away. It actually winds up-- safety clicked on first-- dropped onto the coffee table amidst the pieces of their rifle as they push to their feet and rush to meet her, grabbing her arms. Pulling her into a hug as soon as they've determined she's solid, she's real, she's there.
It's been years since they've been touched properly without violence, let alone hugged anyone, but this. This requires it. "Misty. Jesus. I've-- oh god, Misty." They might be crying a little bit. "No. No, I'm not okay. I am so not okay. You're here. How are you here."
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Date: 2020-05-04 06:09 pm (UTC)It's been years since they've been touched properly without violence, let alone hugged anyone, but this. This requires it. "Misty. Jesus. I've-- oh god, Misty." They might be crying a little bit. "No. No, I'm not okay. I am so not okay. You're here. How are you here."