[ The context of the words fall on death ears. Because in that moment, all Zack can focus on is that voice. And it might not sound like that hollow echo, but that only makes it more real and he finds his own breath hitching in this throat. ]
Ah-Al...!? [ The name's croaked out more than said. But the question's soon forgotten in a rush a pure emotion. In a rush of arms wrapping tightly, so tightly around the young man and he has no shame in tucking his cheek against his hair as a hint of a broken laugh bubbles out of him: ] Al, kid, it's really you...
[ Real and alive and back in his own body somehow! ]
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Ah-Al...!? [ The name's croaked out more than said. But the question's soon forgotten in a rush a pure emotion. In a rush of arms wrapping tightly, so tightly around the young man and he has no shame in tucking his cheek against his hair as a hint of a broken laugh bubbles out of him: ] Al, kid, it's really you...
[ Real and alive and back in his own body somehow! ]