The hug startles me, but I find I'm grateful for it. I'd much rather your arms around me, so large and tight I could just disappear into the embrace. But you're not here. And I fear you never will be again.

"I've been here a couple weeks, but I got a new phone so I didn't have numbers for hardly anyone." I shrug and look down at my legs, grinning ruefully, "I also got four years off my life, physically I'm sixteen again. No, seventeen, by birthday was on Valentine's Day."