[Jake barely spares the webbed hand a glance. He's seen plenty of webbed hands since he showed up but he's never seen anyone he knows, anyone he's missed with such a deep and constant ache like the one with which he's missed his ka-tet.
He skids to a stop next to Eddie, his long legs fold up under him, and he sprawls with his upper body half-flopped over Eddie's back because it's about the closest he can get to a hug. He might be crying. No one can prove anything, because he's forced himself to stop by the time he's given Eddie a good-enough squeeze for his liking and sat back up again.]
H-holy shit, you are. Jesus, Eddie, I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you died.
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He skids to a stop next to Eddie, his long legs fold up under him, and he sprawls with his upper body half-flopped over Eddie's back because it's about the closest he can get to a hug. He might be crying. No one can prove anything, because he's forced himself to stop by the time he's given Eddie a good-enough squeeze for his liking and sat back up again.]
H-holy shit, you are. Jesus, Eddie, I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you died.