[some of it makes sense, why Aether was so cold to the touch, the cracks and him "turning" into a statue. Or reverting, because of whatever reason. If he'd known it might have been a little different, but even with the small, curious things building up to questions he meant to ask, it still felt like he'd been with Aether the entire time. He'd sounded so genuine, talking about his sister . . . ]
What the hell. [it comes out a little weakly. And you know - he's been through it today, and the relief that Aether is okay is hitting a lot harder than he thought, so it's only natural to lean over and hug him, just to you know, doubly make sure he's real] I really thought that was you.
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What the hell. [it comes out a little weakly. And you know - he's been through it today, and the relief that Aether is okay is hitting a lot harder than he thought, so it's only natural to lean over and hug him, just to you know, doubly make sure he's real] I really thought that was you.
[he really thought he was dead goes unsaid]