[At first, it's easy to miss the sleeve. He's so focused on his face, after all. It had been the expressions and the voice that had thrown him off the most, but here they were, more genuine than ever. He forces his own to stay calm, as the flood of emotions causing his chest to ache are surely a weakness, but—]
Better. [Better now that he can see him in front of him, that he knows he hasn't lost the relationship with someone he connected with so well. That his worries of it all being a lie were unfounded. That Hans wasn't indifferent, he could hear it in his voice.
He pushes into the doorway, disregarding all sense of politeness to wrap his arms around Hans and press himself closer.
It becomes clear before the door can even shut behind him that something's amiss, and so the hug is short. He pulls back, touching at his right sleeve in quiet panic.]
What— [It's gone, no matter how many times he pats, and his composure cracks a bit in his shock.] What happened?
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Better. [Better now that he can see him in front of him, that he knows he hasn't lost the relationship with someone he connected with so well. That his worries of it all being a lie were unfounded. That Hans wasn't indifferent, he could hear it in his voice.
He pushes into the doorway, disregarding all sense of politeness to wrap his arms around Hans and press himself closer.
It becomes clear before the door can even shut behind him that something's amiss, and so the hug is short. He pulls back, touching at his right sleeve in quiet panic.]
What— [It's gone, no matter how many times he pats, and his composure cracks a bit in his shock.] What happened?