[ If he knew she was wearing that, he would have brought her something to wrap herself in. The way she looks now makes him worried, though, and he can't help but look unbearably sad when he catches that expression on her face. A few different thoughts run through his head - all the things that could have happened in that day she was home and all the things that could have happened since she returned - and he can't stand not knowing what's wrong with her.
Maybe he's overpowered by how happy he is to see her again, or maybe his concern makes him want to comfort her that much - he doesn't know - but he has to stumble to a stop to avoid crashing into her. He just hugs her clumsily but without any shame or embarrassment. His arms wrap around her tightly, and he rests his head against hers (maybe to hide it; it's not like he doesn't know he looks awful).
He should say something with this though, shouldn't he? But he doesn't have any words, and even though it wasn't a long run, he's heart's pounding against his chest. ]
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Maybe he's overpowered by how happy he is to see her again, or maybe his concern makes him want to comfort her that much - he doesn't know - but he has to stumble to a stop to avoid crashing into her. He just hugs her clumsily but without any shame or embarrassment. His arms wrap around her tightly, and he rests his head against hers (maybe to hide it; it's not like he doesn't know he looks awful).
He should say something with this though, shouldn't he? But he doesn't have any words, and even though it wasn't a long run, he's heart's pounding against his chest. ]