Immediately, Scar opens his arms for him, and Grian can’t help the way his lips quirk up in an amused smile. Still, he steps closer and into his embrace. He smells like TNT and something that is so distinctly Scar that he can’t help the way he relaxes slightly.
“I missed you,” Scar mumbles against his hair.
“You saw me earlier,” Grian retorts. “Y’know, when I gave you the note to meet me here?”
“Oh, but that’s not the same!” he laments. “I couldn’t hold you then like I can now. Or kiss you, which I can also do now!” True to his word, he pulls away just enough to place a hand on his cheek and pull him back in, connecting their lips.