He looks so... nervous? That's weird, kind of, though Anna guesses she feels a kind of kick-drum of nervousness in her own stomach, as well. It's been... a long time since she's seen her son, and seeing him all grown up like this is doing... a lot of things to her heart.
(What if she never got to see him reach this old? What if she never saw her Lloyd again?)
He reaches out his hand for a handshake and Anna almost laughs at the absurdity of the gesture. Maybe it's selfish of her, since he isn't her son, but, fuck, she wants to hold him again.
So she grabs his hand and then yanks him towards her, hopes he doesn't mind too much. She loops both arms around his back and squeezes him tight, holding her to him-- what the fuck, he's her height? Taller than her, by an inch or so? She can rest her chin on his shoulder and everything!! What does she do with this!!!
She settles for squeezing him as tight as she thinks she can without hurting him.
"It's good to see you again," she mumbles.
(She takes the guilt that bubbles up in her stomach and stores it somewhere where Malos can't feel it.)
I DON'T HAVE A TENDER ICON THIS WILL HAVE TO DO
(What if she never got to see him reach this old? What if she never saw her Lloyd again?)
He reaches out his hand for a handshake and Anna almost laughs at the absurdity of the gesture. Maybe it's selfish of her, since he isn't her son, but, fuck, she wants to hold him again.
So she grabs his hand and then yanks him towards her, hopes he doesn't mind too much. She loops both arms around his back and squeezes him tight, holding her to him-- what the fuck, he's her height? Taller than her, by an inch or so? She can rest her chin on his shoulder and everything!! What does she do with this!!!
She settles for squeezing him as tight as she thinks she can without hurting him.
"It's good to see you again," she mumbles.
(She takes the guilt that bubbles up in her stomach and stores it somewhere where Malos can't feel it.)