[ Surprise and relief rush in him equal parts as he was swept into the hug. Thankfully, his arms moved on their own, wrapping around Steve in turn and squeezing just as tightly. He couldn't really believe it - Steve, the Steve he knew, had sparred with, had become friends with, shared memories with.
There's a brief flash of regret, having always hoped somewhere in his heart that his friends from Luceti would have found their ways home by now. But that selfish part of him was punching the air like it was some kind of victory, and he couldn't work up the grace to be sorry for it. ]
I think that's my line. It's really good to see you again, Steve.
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There's a brief flash of regret, having always hoped somewhere in his heart that his friends from Luceti would have found their ways home by now. But that selfish part of him was punching the air like it was some kind of victory, and he couldn't work up the grace to be sorry for it. ]
I think that's my line. It's really good to see you again, Steve.