O'Brien's eyes cut back to Luke when he lifted his hand up in a little wave. O'Brien gave an acknowledging nod to his nephew, offering a hesitant smile, and he lifted his own hand up to return the wave. He couldn't even begin to tell you everything that was going on in his head. So many thoughts, emotions, and they were tugging hard on his heartstrings, damnit.
That's when he heard Alana's voice-- something he hadn't heard since what? Christmas of 2012? A fucking long time, he didn't even know-- and yet, it sounded so incredibly familiar that he was taken aback by it. And the hug. The embrace. A big, fucking bear hug-- that's what they called it, right? He chuckled softly, immediately bringing his arms around her tightly to hug her up-- and brace himself, "whoa, careful," he wasn't balancing very well, at the moment anyway, thanks to his knee.
Then came his little sister's sobs, and he tightened his arms around her, pressing his cheek more against hers. "Don't cry, punk," a name that he'd fondly called her so long ago was said with a grin that he couldn't fight, even if he wanted to, "you'll make me cry." Oh, yeah, there were tears. Tears he couldn't stop from welling up in his eyes. Thankfully he wasn't sobbing. He had to be strong. But even tough guys had feelings too-- and this? The feelings that he was having at that moment after finding some of his family after several years? Was overwhelming.
He moved to gently pull back and give a look down at Alana's flushed cheeks and face with a warm smile, pulling his arms from around her, he reached up to gently wipe some of her tears away. It was sort of pointless, they were still flowing like mad, but hey. "Punk," he dropped his hands down to her upper arms to give them a quick, reassuring squeeze. She could hug him again in a moment. He knew she'd want to. And she was crying-- he sort of felt like he needed to take care of her; she was his little sister after all. But first-- he had to hug his nephew too.
"You're fucking big," he grinned over at Luke, reaching up to wipe at his own cheeks a bit with his sleeve as he limped over to throw his arms around the young man that Luke had become. "How old are you now??"