The knock on the door pulled Gabriel from where he had been sitting over to the entrance to the apartment, opening the door and struggling to muster a smile for his younger brother. It was good to see him. I was amazingly good to see him, even if he looked remarkably weird with such short hair. And that thought provoked a sincere and stronger smile from Gabriel as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his baby brother and hugging him tight.
"God, Pete," Gabriel said, a waver in his voice as he struggled to hold back his emotion. "You're all right. You're really all right."
And he was even in one piece. Nothing was missing unless locks of hair counted.