[ It takes him a half-second too long to really connect the dots, something Len attributes either to his preexisting brain damage or the fact that he woke up on the floor of an unfamiliar garage in an equally unfamiliar place. It all slots in neatly when he pegs that tone, the wariness in his expression, and a broad smile stretches across Len's face.
It's an odd thing, he thinks, to feel such tremendous relief at the sight of him. Spend too many hours on the road with a person, and the way they look at you with vague unease and dubiousness becomes a pleasant sort of constant. Waking up alone and realizing that none of the people he'd come to know decently well were here- ]
Well I'll be goddamned.
[ He abandons the toolbox to stand, making short work of the space between them before clasping Arcade in a brief but firm embrace. Len's hands settle on the man's shoulders as he assesses him when he pulls back - same attire, same accessories - to look him over properly. ]
You're a sight for sore eyes. Thought I'd gotten dosed with somethin'.
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It's an odd thing, he thinks, to feel such tremendous relief at the sight of him. Spend too many hours on the road with a person, and the way they look at you with vague unease and dubiousness becomes a pleasant sort of constant. Waking up alone and realizing that none of the people he'd come to know decently well were here- ]
Well I'll be goddamned.
[ He abandons the toolbox to stand, making short work of the space between them before clasping Arcade in a brief but firm embrace. Len's hands settle on the man's shoulders as he assesses him when he pulls back - same attire, same accessories - to look him over properly. ]
You're a sight for sore eyes. Thought I'd gotten dosed with somethin'.