"I'm here." Samir reaches out, puts one hand on his arm, the other around his waist. He's got no idea what's happened to him, but that doesn't seem all that important right now. It'll be in a few more minutes, but the bliss of a reunion is one he's going to savor. He's in nothing but a long sleeved shirt now, but doesn't even feel the biting cold. "I'm here." And he kisses lips that are colder than his own. How long has he been wandering around like this? And where from?
Because ... Thank you, thank you, thank you- "You're freezing." But that's a given and hopefully his coat will keep him warm until they get to where they're supposed to be. Which isn't the apartments, but a damn good replica of a house that popped up out of nowhere, the key on his pillow this morning. There's no electricity yet, but they're used to that. And so it's all candles, wood burning fireplaces and knowing Kaya, probably food being cooked out back on the beach.
It wasn't perfect just yet. With Q present however, it will be.