My whole body feels like it leaps when I see him. A line I read somewhere, about something else entirely: Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners.

He slaps me hard: "You."

My ears are ringing and I smile at him in a way that feels like it burns my face more than the slap. Happiness. "Yes," I say, and put my hands on either side of his face. "I missed you, I missed you so much."