[His heart is hammering in his chest, white noise rushing in his ears as his feet pound through Anchor, anyone who he passes is no more than a blur as he races past them, life in his face and eyes for the first time in a month. He skids into the arrival area as if he is preparing to slide into home and the moment he sees Hayato there, it is like he has come home, because his heart so shattered in his chest suddenly springs to life, love, relief, need all fill him in one solid rush, like a tidal wave, sweeping him up and sending his head spinning for a moment.
He's here. It's real, he can not deny what is in front of his eyes and he means to say so many things but all that comes out is a strangled sob as he rushes forward. He was so scared he was imagining this, that he flings his arms around Hayato, pulling the bomber to him as tears streak his cheek, his shoulders nearly shaking from the force of it as he grips probably tighter than he should.
All but forgetting to ask about the pain or the smoke at the sheer joy of seeing those green eyes, that silver-hair and the face that has filled his every moment, sleeping or awake since it turned to ash in his hands. He can not breathe, think, talk, he can do nothing more than be here, holding to the bomber for dear life. The darkness in him developing cracks, just from this first touch, already the light returning into his life.]
You were...I thought..[Another sob chokes him up and he forces in a ragged breath, trying his hardest to speak to say anything.]
I love you, please don't ..I can't do this without you.
[It's scattered thoughts, he has so much he wants to say and it is all tumbling out between tight breaths as his chest nearly explodes from happiness.]
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He's here. It's real, he can not deny what is in front of his eyes and he means to say so many things but all that comes out is a strangled sob as he rushes forward. He was so scared he was imagining this, that he flings his arms around Hayato, pulling the bomber to him as tears streak his cheek, his shoulders nearly shaking from the force of it as he grips probably tighter than he should.
All but forgetting to ask about the pain or the smoke at the sheer joy of seeing those green eyes, that silver-hair and the face that has filled his every moment, sleeping or awake since it turned to ash in his hands. He can not breathe, think, talk, he can do nothing more than be here, holding to the bomber for dear life. The darkness in him developing cracks, just from this first touch, already the light returning into his life.]
You were...I thought..[Another sob chokes him up and he forces in a ragged breath, trying his hardest to speak to say anything.]
I love you, please don't ..I can't do this without you.
[It's scattered thoughts, he has so much he wants to say and it is all tumbling out between tight breaths as his chest nearly explodes from happiness.]
Are you okay?