... and then she's hugging him, her arms around his neck, and their heights are a little strange, which he's only aware because he tries to be aware of everything around him, and it doesn't matter. There's no doubt in his mind that it's her, and his arms come up to wrap around her, holding her close in turn, even if their motion is slowed, weighted down by guilt that her words can't take away. Not yet, at any rate. ]
Euphie... Euphemia... Euphie. [ Okay, he may also take a long moment before he can find other words, too. 'I never thought I'd see you again' obviously doesn't work. Nor a thousand other things. And the confession that's burning him to the core? Telling her won't make a difference, only will make it weigh on her, as well. So he'll hold on until she lets go. ]