[It's not appropriate, he knows. But he can't help it. He's so happy. Bruno's here. Bruno is really here. So he laughs, tear-filled and delighted and wild, his fingers still crushing Fugo's too hard.]
It's falling apart. Everything's falling--in on itself. But a door opened, to--to home.
We're going home. We--we were waiting for you, before we left.
[That's what it was. That instinct. He sucks in a sharp breath and shoots Bruno a watery smile.]
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[It's not appropriate, he knows. But he can't help it. He's so happy. Bruno's here. Bruno is really here. So he laughs, tear-filled and delighted and wild, his fingers still crushing Fugo's too hard.]
It's falling apart. Everything's falling--in on itself. But a door opened, to--to home.
We're going home. We--we were waiting for you, before we left.
[That's what it was. That instinct. He sucks in a sharp breath and shoots Bruno a watery smile.]
Come home with us?