[Not a moment after Blue has thrown his arms around Red and the older trainer is crumpling against him, fingers curling desperately around the fabric of Blue's shirt while Red's face finds its way into the crook of Blue's neck. It's all he can do to keep from crying, but he does, somehow. His body does tremble though, just slightly - maybe it's from holding on so hard, like Blue could evaporate any moment and leave him behind again.]
[He feels it, and he knows, and there’s nothing he can really do to stop it. The feeling of helplessness Blue can’t help has him sinking against Red’s shoulder, just glad to feel the other’s arms around him. It wasn’t a dream, they were really here, they really had found one another, the way things should have been.]
[He lets Red hold him like this for a long while, then turns his face against his neck and murmurs, tugging at his shirt.] Hey, let’s go home.
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[He lets Red hold him like this for a long while, then turns his face against his neck and murmurs, tugging at his shirt.] Hey, let’s go home.