*and Elliott folds right into your embrace, of course, and you're still so slight (fragile) next to him, for all that neither of them is exactly hulking huge*
*looks and looks at you, as though to memorize features he once knew so well* *drifts closer on instinct, hesitating only an instant before taking your hand (gingerly, so gingerly), examining your knuckles*
*meets your tear-filled eyes, then, and remembers brushing your hair while you sang your song (my song) in that soft, sad voice that meant you were leaving them*
[Will we ever see you again?]
*releases your hand and curls his arms around you and Elrohir, burying his nose in your hair with a silent, shaky sigh*