Date: 2024-10-30 02:46 am (UTC)
lovethyneighb_or: (o salutarius hostia)
"Yes, well..."

Oh, those are big fat tears dropping out of his eyes again. He sniffs and scrubs uselessly at them, but he gets the feeling that this is going to be on and off for some time. He turns to go sit on the back porch, gesturing for Radar to follow.

When he swallows enough to speak again, "You have no idea how terribly I missed you. Even though the war had already stolen us from our homes, waking up in that place every day was a bitter reminder of how I had been stolen from the 4077th."

He stop, a look of some kind of realization on his face. He scrubs at his eyes.

(It's the first time he's been able to freely say that number since he got here.)

"... at some point, I had given up on ever seeing any of you again. And yet, here you are. As honest and kind and true as I remember you were. I'm sorry for how difficult I've been."
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