I - Shit. [Okay, she gives in to cuddles and sniffling and closes her eyes to really take those needed moments to compose herself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Everything is watery and salty and shaky but it slowly ebbs back toward okay. She's okay - she's gotta be okay. After a few silent moments on her part she regains the ability to lift her head from his shoulder and wipes at a few resilient tears.]
I never fucking cry. But I see my dog for the first time in like, over seven years and I'm a mess. [An attempt at humor, her laugh is more of a throat clearing.] I missed her a lot. I missed home a lot. Never thought I'd get to see it again, then - here we go like this.