[Eddie honestly expects her to fight him on it a little. Telling any god that the tacos and the karaoke and the toes under his knee are more important than awe inspiring power was dangerous. So, the hug catches him off guard, but he wraps his arms around her a moment later. One hand on her back, the other lost in a sea of inky black hair. He digs the bridge of his nose into her shoulder. It's a better hug than the first.] I missed you, too. [Simply, softly.]