There's a primal kind of sound that gets pulled out of her, like a whimper but...louder, when she sees him. Standing there, looking like himself, looking like exactly the kind of person who'd steal her breath away every fucking day, if they weren't so damn stupid and stubborn about it.

Seeing him again also sends pleasure down her spine, makes her throat feel tight, her head feel light.

She stands there, frozen in one spot just looking at him from maybe twenty feet apart, still catching her breath. The lets out a laugh - he's back! - and runs the rest of the way to throw herself at him for a hug.

"I thought I'd...never..."