Come on, you dick, that can't be the first thing you've said to me in years--!
[ Jaime's protest has a bark of laughter in it, predominantly because if he doesn't laugh, he'll cry. Okay, he'll cry later anyway, but he'd rather hold onto the jubilance for a little longer, and while he staggers backwards just a touch as Wally flings himself into his arms, he catches him easily enough, swaying with it. There's something comforting about Wally's weight on him anyway, familiar in all of the right ways, a solid reminder that he's here, that this is real and not some awful dream he'll wake up from with a grimace, because looking and knowing has never been enough. Jaime's always had to touch. He hooks his chin around Wally's shoulder and squeezes him tight in the way that all Reyes seem to know how.
As familiar as it is, though, Wally feels different. Looked different on-screen too. Time had passed for him at home. And while that's normally a good thing - there's a certain kind of surrealism that comes from disappearing and coming back years later when for you it's only been a moment; just ask Tadashi to get verification of that - something in Jaime's heart of hearts knows what that means. He's not positive, but he thought enough about it over the years to...
He squeezes him a little tighter. Voice muffled, he says, ] I missed you, man.
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[ Jaime's protest has a bark of laughter in it, predominantly because if he doesn't laugh, he'll cry. Okay, he'll cry later anyway, but he'd rather hold onto the jubilance for a little longer, and while he staggers backwards just a touch as Wally flings himself into his arms, he catches him easily enough, swaying with it. There's something comforting about Wally's weight on him anyway, familiar in all of the right ways, a solid reminder that he's here, that this is real and not some awful dream he'll wake up from with a grimace, because looking and knowing has never been enough. Jaime's always had to touch. He hooks his chin around Wally's shoulder and squeezes him tight in the way that all Reyes seem to know how.
As familiar as it is, though, Wally feels different. Looked different on-screen too. Time had passed for him at home. And while that's normally a good thing - there's a certain kind of surrealism that comes from disappearing and coming back years later when for you it's only been a moment; just ask Tadashi to get verification of that - something in Jaime's heart of hearts knows what that means. He's not positive, but he thought enough about it over the years to...
He squeezes him a little tighter. Voice muffled, he says, ] I missed you, man.
[ He's not crying. He's not.
Yet. ]