He wraps his arms around her tightly, tightly, burying his nose in her hair. She smells the exact same - he knows he won't. He smells like real woods, now, and like gunpowder, and blood from the animal he's got waiting outside. Jesus Christ, he hadn't realized just how much he'd missed her. He's missed her so much.

"Was out huntin'," he murmurs. "Try not to be gone too long. How long you been here?"