I didn't say anything for a moment.

Neither did he.

"Hi," he said finally.

I grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him inside.

He stumbled slightly through the doorway, laughing, and I got my arms around him and pressed my face into his neck and just — stopped. Just held on.

He held back immediately, arms coming around me, one hand in my hair, his bag dropping to the floor. He was solid and warm and smelled exactly like I remembered — that clean woodsy smell underneath his jacket, cold air still clinging to him from outside — and I felt something in my chest that had been...