The look was missed.
It was close, though it was not the same, and Jeremiah
missed Aleksy. They had been friends for years and, for all the gap between, been through things together.
Eyeliner on his collar would be a small price to pay for a hug like this.
He knew he would have to let go as there was a time limit on these things after all. Jeremiah tilted his head towards red hair and, a soft inhale and exhale, before he let him go and took a step back.
"I'm glad you're doing well, Lisichya. I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner."