The thing about floating was that while it was absolutely convenient, it also didn't give him much resistance for when, say, a smiling Layla Miller would pull him forward. Pain jolted through Shiro's arms, shoulders and spines when two arms were wrapped around him but, he held onto that pain. This was a pain that told him he was still alive, and his friends' grasps around him acted like the dressing that no gauze, no swab could be compared to.
It surprised Shiro when he laughed, such a bright, twinkling sound that should be reserved only in better days but it was there, anyway. And he loved it, and he enjoyed it. He tightened his own arms around them, as much as he could although his elbows began to shake when even his limbs couldn't bear his strength but he didn't mind. He was happy, and Jamie was alive, and they were with Layla now. That was all that mattered.
"And the band!" he choked, laughing still. "And the roses and the confetti...and the screaming girls." He smiled to Jamie. "Right, Jamie? You'd want that, right?"