He didn't move for a split second, before returning the hug, holding onto her like a lifeline. She couldn't be his Rose, unless she was from before that day on the Game Station, burned into his memory. And he couldn't tell her, couldn't let her know her fate, if she was. But she was still Rose, and alive, and that was impossible for him, except here. And if he still had her here, he wasn't sure he wanted to leave.
"Thought I'd lost you," he murmured, his tone slightly rough, though he wouldn't admit to himself why it was. Wouldn't admit to the emotions that boiled to the surface when he saw her.