Lloyd yelps as Anna pulls him into a hug, eyes widening with surprise, but he's. He's so happy that he gets this, so fucking glad that she didn't shy away like he was going to continue to do. His arms wrap around her slowly, but his grip is tight, and he buries his face in her short hair.

He sniffles, but he can't hold back the tears this time. He just focuses on staying quiet, enjoying the way he's being held gently, with fondness and an immediate sense of intimacy. It feels like home, being hugged by Anna, and he's so overwhelmed with a strong combination of joy, peace, and loss that he trembles slightly.

"It's nice to meet you," Lloyd breathes out weakly, without meaning to, before he tenses. Fuck. Fuck! He didn't want to say it - didn't want to imply anything about his Anna, about how -

about how she died, about how he never got to experience this.