[ there are visible bandages on his right hand, but the remainder of his injuries are obscured by his loose-fitting black shirt. as soon as she arrives, he throws his arms around her — although he keeps his grip light to avoid aggravating his injuries. he can't help but beam. she's his best friend, and she's here.
then he steps back to get a better look at her, a once-over focused on assessing damage or alterations. nothing notable catches his eye. thank god. ]
Since you went under? [ his smile thins. ] About two months now. Are you feeling alright?
[ supposedly, people only return to stasis when there's something wrong. ]
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then he steps back to get a better look at her, a once-over focused on assessing damage or alterations. nothing notable catches his eye. thank god. ]
Since you went under? [ his smile thins. ] About two months now. Are you feeling alright?
[ supposedly, people only return to stasis when there's something wrong. ]