Nope, this isn't happening. Not at all. One tremble, and his hands go out, catching him. Holding him up. He won't let this happen. Just finding him again, only to see him sink to the ground...

The grip turns into a hold. Pulling him in.

"You -- You got taller."

Said quietly, hoarsely, into a shoulder. It's hard to hold back. Hard to hold his emotions in check. The stars flaring into novas, clouds rippling into storms.

You're alive echoing wildly through the links.