Adelaide's cheek is pressed hard into flannel layered over what can only be a bullet-proof vest, and that sends a stab through her heart but with all of the rest of the shocks to her system and the bittersweet pain of it all she ignores it. Enough of her brain is starting to function that she pieces things together - the Dog King has been looking for someone, foolishly, many thought, taking what seemed like unnecessary risks and opening himself up to exposure and the whole time it was Rodeo, looking for her. Her Rodeo, searching like she never left him to rot in a cell. Her small white hand fists in the material of his shirt and they are in agreement about ever letting go again.
Sarge moves to do that logical thing, but she can see in his eyes, in the press of his mouth and the time spent looking lost before that grin gets through that he feels, as he ought to, just like they do. He's never been on a different page than they are, why would he start now? She smiles at him from within the vice grip of her brother's arms. "Thanks, darlin'," she murmurs, full near to bursting at the ridiculously beloved familiarity of him - of them. She hasn't felt whole like this since she was sixteen years old.
"Nearly two years," she answers Rodeo then, voice breaking on it a little. Two years they've been this close. "We came in August, just... just when they started with the gas." She barely moves, just enough to look up and see his chin, his ear, the scruff of his beard and that sunny hair tickling her face. She can't believe she's here, she can't believe this is real, and she still feels like she is totally outside of her own body, her own life. Never, ever, ever letting go. "Your cell was locked. With two bodies inside. With your ID," she only manages to croak the last words, because she has pictured him there, beloved and gone, so many times that it still hurts even though it isn't real, even though the real him is here holding her like she's going to escape, smelling of his old cologne. She can't wrap her head around any of it.