Jake and Izzy and Sunila
"Are there any girls in there?" Jake asked, louder than before. He grinned as he heard two very loud, very happy voices. "Who's that, Trouble? Who's in there with you?" he asked the dog, who seemed determined to wag his own ass off due to happiness.
Eleven years, though. His mind flailed about, trying to tell him that they should be teenagers, which was clearly wrong, and then it tried pointing out how much he'd missed them, which he already knew, and he'd missed how much of them growing up on this side of things? What were they going to say about the chair? Gwen stuck her face in the crook of his elbow at that point, and started purring loudly once more; Jake's faltering grin went back to normal, and he braced for impact and hugs.