You hardly have time to do anything before his arms are around you and he’s pressing kisses against your jaw. The playlist you had just reblogged maybe, what, half an hour ago, was playing in the background. Yeah, you have a habit of listening to everything you put on your blog over and over until it gets so annoying you can’t stand it. You shift so you were holding him around his waist, pressing a few light kisses beside his eye and even by his ear.
"Sup, Dave."
You're smiling, really genuinely smiling, which is something you don't do all that often. You just can't help yourself. You're really happy to spend time with him, and you don't really care about keeping a straight face when he's the only one around. You suppose you've changed a lot in the past few years. You're also a little more sentimental than usual seeing as you had another flashback a little while ago but you didn't actually say anything and you just let it pass. You just get more affectionate afterwards because it hits you how happy you are that he's here with you again.
"I love you, Bro."
