James stared at Allison like she was a ghost. They hadn't been allowed to see her since Tuesday, and considering how they were feeling, he had assumed that she had died and didn't want to tell them, but here she was, and she was alive, and... looking very well.
He put his arms around her and span her around, grinning. His body was complaining and he'd pay for it later, but she was alive. "I thought- Fuck, this is great. You're alive." He kissed her, smiling at her. "The bastard is going to be furious. I love it."