He was soggy. Clothes were hanging off of him, his hair plastered down, his socks were muddy and he was stiff. Standing there, shivering, with his arms at his sides. She was dripping in the floor, eyes red-rimmed and questioning religion. This had all the unpleasantness of a sappy, romantic reunion in the rain and none of the perks. This was the furthest you could go from a happy, fluffy return.
More importantly than that, though, he was alive. He existed. He was alive.
She should say something. She didn't.
She moved forward automatically, lurching with all the strength of a week of sleeplessness and hardly any food. Her arms were around him before she could even blink.
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Date: 2011-12-30 03:27 pm (UTC)He was soggy. Clothes were hanging off of him, his hair plastered down, his socks were muddy and he was stiff. Standing there, shivering, with his arms at his sides. She was dripping in the floor, eyes red-rimmed and questioning religion. This had all the unpleasantness of a sappy, romantic reunion in the rain and none of the perks. This was the furthest you could go from a happy, fluffy return.
More importantly than that, though, he was alive. He existed. He was alive.
She should say something. She didn't.
She moved forward automatically, lurching with all the strength of a week of sleeplessness and hardly any food. Her arms were around him before she could even blink.
God had a sense of humor.