[A handful of errands to run, mostly the store for another attempt at soup. Adele remains adamant it was her fault the first batch turned out so poorly and she should be banned from the kitchen but Helios and Ginia? Didn't see it that way, apparently. So she's walking to the store with a list in hand, blinking down at the ingredients when a familiar coat registers in her peripheral vision. Gambit.
Gambit who had been gone for six days. For whatever reason, and he's back, and he looks exhausted, and her reaction is somewhat involuntary. She whirls on her heel, sprints after him, manages a fairly impressive Jacksled slide once she's caught up and hauls the taller man into a tight hug. He was safe. He was back. He was safe.]
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Gambit who had been gone for six days. For whatever reason, and he's back, and he looks exhausted, and her reaction is somewhat involuntary. She whirls on her heel, sprints after him, manages a fairly impressive Jacksled slide once she's caught up and hauls the taller man into a tight hug. He was safe. He was back. He was safe.]
...Do not go off without telling me again.