It's probably not the healthiest for either of them. It's too cold for a reunion like this. But it doesn't matter. Not in this moment. In this moment, he needs this too much. Selfishly needs the press of arms and the voice at his ear. Choked up on grief he'd never let out.

If he ever lets go, it'll be too soon.

It's too cold, finally, to keep standing here. The tide should be coming in soon... they should go. They should go. But he doesn't pull entirely away. Not yet.

"We... you - you should get some. Pants. Probably." Get things settled. Get him safe, then they can talk. Then he can explain. That should work, right?