[He won't be waiting long. Moments after he sits, she's entering the room, looking around wildly for him. She spots him right away, drawn to that red hair that's so much more vibrant than she last saw him. It doesn't register right away that he's younger--it helps that he aged so well--nor does she notice his hand. If she did, it would be a dead giveaway to what point in his life this Jamie awoke from stasis.]
Jamie.
[In an instant, she's flinging her arms around his shoulders, pushing him back against the couch. She's lived two decades apart from him, survived, thrived on her own, but Jesus Christ did she miss him here.]
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Jamie.
[In an instant, she's flinging her arms around his shoulders, pushing him back against the couch. She's lived two decades apart from him, survived, thrived on her own, but Jesus Christ did she miss him here.]
You're back. You're really back.