[ Plastic rustles clumsily in his hands as she goes in for a hug, but Aoba doesn't seem to mind. He knew it was coming, and would've hugged her himself if he got there first. There's that feeling again, of coming home. It's strange, since he's never been further from home, but he's fine with accepting it. Especially since being near and connected again is relieving some of the heavy pressure behind his eyes, or seems to be. Aoba rests his chin on the top of her head for a moment and sighs, tired from travel. ]
It's good to see you too. Here-
[ He unwraps himself from her and hands over one of the bags. Gently nudges her in the direction of the little tables and chairs she was at before. ]
I like the hood. Did you get it here?
[ Her clothes are stylish, better looking that what he was sent off with. They're also keeping her head and the metal parts of it covered. Important, in a place like this. His eyes are tired and feel a bit strained, but he'd read the debrief carefully. He needs to take care of her in this place. ]
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It's good to see you too. Here-
[ He unwraps himself from her and hands over one of the bags. Gently nudges her in the direction of the little tables and chairs she was at before. ]
I like the hood. Did you get it here?
[ Her clothes are stylish, better looking that what he was sent off with. They're also keeping her head and the metal parts of it covered. Important, in a place like this. His eyes are tired and feel a bit strained, but he'd read the debrief carefully. He needs to take care of her in this place. ]