Marco is hopefully not crushing anything that Connie salvaged that he was hoping to keep whole. Mainly, he's just focused on gathering all of Connie and his bags up into his arms, giving a laugh that sounds suspiciously like it could have been a sob if he hadn't forced the laughter out of his throat.
"I'm gonna break your hip for leaving for so long!" Marco retorts instead, loosening the hold on Connie only to slide his hand up into his (dirty, leaf-flecked, and still so happy it was there to be touched) hair, ruffling it and sending it sprawling into Connie's face. "You didn't tell us you were going to be gone that long. We thought..."
His voice cracks, and he doesn't go on. Connie probably figures what they thought, and instead, Marco drags an arm around Connie's neck to give him another hug.
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Date: 2014-07-23 05:17 am (UTC)"I'm gonna break your hip for leaving for so long!" Marco retorts instead, loosening the hold on Connie only to slide his hand up into his (dirty, leaf-flecked, and still so happy it was there to be touched) hair, ruffling it and sending it sprawling into Connie's face. "You didn't tell us you were going to be gone that long. We thought..."
His voice cracks, and he doesn't go on. Connie probably figures what they thought, and instead, Marco drags an arm around Connie's neck to give him another hug.
"Jesus, I'm glad you're okay..."