Those fingers tightening in the fabric is a stark reminder of their situation. It's not just a reunion, it's one that could turn troublesome very quickly, if measures aren't taken. So Shiro gently steps back, only enough to shrug the heavy coat off, and wrap it around Adam's shoulders. He's got one of those familiar hoodies on underneath - because of course he does.

Something happened, didn't it?

It's only when he's sure he's got the coat in place, that it's some barrier from the wind and chill, that he finds his voice again. That he can lift his gaze again.

"It's - been almost three months..." he manages, hoarse. "I thought - I thought you weren't going to make it."