Before the Game - Lee/Ange
"Sight for sore eyes, Jordan," Angelina said as he hugged her again, and she eagerly reciprocated. She loved him, dearly, and to have him there in front of her - to have her arms around him - it made the fact that he was alive and kicking it all the more real and cemented in her mind. "A long fucking over due sight for sore eyes."
Angelina leaned back to look at him, though her arms did not come off from around his neck and shoulders entirely, there was just more room between the two of them, at least for a moment. It was at this time, right about when she went to tug on one of his dreads like she always did in school, that she realised they weren't there. "Oi, Lee, where the bloody hell is the rest of you?" she asked rubbing a hand in his now short and not-dreaded hair.