[When he walks into the room, it feels like the air goes out of it. The last time she saw him he was sweat-soaked and shivering, trapped in fever dreams while an infection ate away at his insides.
He looks... good. Healthy. As clean as anyone else in this place - as clean as Ellie herself is, since she got too self-conscious to leave hygiene go. She's wearing new clothes, looted from Hollows and the towns she and Batgirl passed through on the way to Anaheim.]
Joel...
[His plaid blurs, along with the rest of the room. She slides off of the counter to the floor. She's terrified of destroying the moment, of doing something wrong and having him disappear or drop with a gouge through his side.
Five. Four. Three. If he's still there, still alive and well on one--
Ellie runs for him. She wraps both arms around his chest as she slams into it and starts to sob. She tries to say something, anything, and ends up just repeating his name to the lumberjack pattern of his shirt.]
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He looks... good. Healthy. As clean as anyone else in this place - as clean as Ellie herself is, since she got too self-conscious to leave hygiene go. She's wearing new clothes, looted from Hollows and the towns she and Batgirl passed through on the way to Anaheim.]
Joel...
[His plaid blurs, along with the rest of the room. She slides off of the counter to the floor. She's terrified of destroying the moment, of doing something wrong and having him disappear or drop with a gouge through his side.
Five. Four. Three. If he's still there, still alive and well on one--
Ellie runs for him. She wraps both arms around his chest as she slams into it and starts to sob. She tries to say something, anything, and ends up just repeating his name to the lumberjack pattern of his shirt.]