[He's standing against a wall when she arrives, and he smacks his head off it with the force of her hug, but he can't help but grin, burying his nose in her red hair and hugging her back as tightly as he'll allow himself without squishing her with his right arm. It's Kairi, here in his arms for real, not another ghost wandering the station, not another body burned to ashes. Kairi, the real one, smelling of bright light and magic and the sea. Smelling like home.
It occurs to him again how much he missed her, and his grip tightens for a moment before he pulls away enough that he can brush the hair from her face and get a look at her.]
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It occurs to him again how much he missed her, and his grip tightens for a moment before he pulls away enough that he can brush the hair from her face and get a look at her.]
Kairi.