It's odd how often their thoughts run in parallel even when they're convinced that the other couldn't possibly be thinking the same thing. But in this instance, it works against their favor. On the bright side, the core of their feelings hasn't changed, not since before the prison and not in the years they were in some other strange universe. Caring as much as they do, she can't imagine a time when there won't be anything affectionate between them, despite that they don't tend to put a name to it. Until one of them dies or is otherwise lost, that is.

Something about his stepping closer makes her react, and by the time her rational mind catches up she's reached out and managed to get her arms around him before he could reasonably protest. (Would he? Possibly. They're in a crowd. It didn't exactly stop them in Teleios, but here, who knows?) Whether he shrugs her off or not, it's a chance she apparently needed to take. Maybe to say goodbye, ironic as it is to do so as they're just meeting up again.

The hell with it, reasons aren't important, definitely not as important as being able to have him this close, just for a moment. To breathe him in (slowly, carefully, that would be one awkward explanation) and assure herself that this isn't a(nother) dream. One she doesn't let linger long enough for questions, pulling back with relief plain on her face.

"Long enough ago to worry I was on my own here." To think, once that would have been her preference. Thankfully she's learned that loneliness doesn't solve anything.