That goofy childish smile of Cooper’s was on his fact the instant there was smoke, the familiar scent was like a warm blanket wrapping around him. It had been years since he’d smelled that scent but he would know it anyway. How many times had he been passing through crowds and thought he had gotten a whiff of that very scent and went off to find it, only to realize it had been his imagination playing tricks on him. Now though he could tell the difference easily between what he kept being tricked by and the real deal, nothing at all was like the real deal. It was so much better than the imposters.
When Em took his hand, it pulled him out of the almost trace he had been in just staring at Wishes. His hazel eyes were wide, mouth even open a bit. All thoughts of his time in France had slipped from him and all he could think was that Wishes was in front of him again. Em had found him, somehow. Where had he been? Benji had so many questions and so many things to tell him, he felt this rush of adrenaline and this need to tell Wishes everything in one damn breath.
The second he stood, he dropped Em’s hand and rushed on Wishes. Granted, Benji was likely double or triple the size in muscle mass alone since the last time they’d seen each other, but Benji had no ideas that he’d be able to actually hurt Wishes. He wrapped his arms around the other man, hugging him tightly as he started to speak very quickly. “You’re really here. There’s so many things, everything. I was playing Quidditch for real, in the pros. I’m one of the best beaters in the league,” He shook his head then, pulling away as he realized his mistake in words. “Was, but that doesn’t matter.” It did matter, he just wanted to try to stuff as much information and questions into twenty seconds it seemed as possible. “Are you back for good? Did you miss me too?” The last one was a ridiculous and childish question but in that moment he felt very much like Benji Vipond, not Coop the Quidditch star.