For some reason--most likely the result of a lot of built up self loathing--he had expected their reunion to involve a lot more disgust or disappointment than warm, wonderful, desperate hugs. He always failed to give her enough credit.

Greg makes a little choking noise at her comment, caught between a laugh and sob as he puts his arms around her. He's even bigger now than before, but he can't hold enough of her.

"S-sorry," he croaks. His own voice is ragged and raspy, as though all that singing has finally worn it away. "I should've checked with you first."