Malia still couldn’t believe he was here. She didn’t know if she’d ever see him again, they all said he was alive but she didn’t know. But none of it mattered anymore, none of her worry mattered, because he was here, right now. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, though it wouldn’t be the first time she’d cried for him in two weeks. The only difference was that now, she was okay, she felt whole again.<br/><br/>The kiss was painful, only because of how tight she was held to be lifted off the ground, but that was okay. She didn’t care much about the pain, seeing him made nothing else in the world matter. She watched as he dropped to his knees, holding her hands so tight, as if letting her go would make her fade away. She let him speak, let him stuttered out his words, but she wanted him to know it was okay. Her thumbs ran over the back of his hands as he spoke, her expression soft. She took a couple of deep breaths, preparing herself, before she fell to her knees as well. She yelped, grunting as her torso protested the movement, her chest heaving at the effort for a moment.<br/><br/>She then gently removed her hands from his, moving them and cupping his cheeks. She was close enough to feel his breath mix with hers. Her thumb ran under his good eye, wiping away the tear she found there. She then shook her head with a small smile, leaning towards him and pressing a long kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, don’t apologize. You were hurt, you had to trust Letto. It’s not your fault, okay?” Her other thumb gently ran under his patched eye, her lip between her teeth as she studied it. She wanted to know what happened, but all that could be saved for later. “None of this is on you, you have nothing to me sorry for, you’re here now and that’s all that matters. I thought you...I thought you were dead, too.”<br/><br/>She pressed another small kiss to his lips, she’d kiss him all day if she could, she never, ever wanted to forget the way that felt. Eventually, however, rain began to come down from the dark clouds above. “Let’s go inside, okay? They have to change the wrappings for me and...let’s try and get this hair situation under control.” Her soft, silky laugh came from her lips, something she never knew If she’d do again. She moved to stand, but grunted at the heavy sting the wound gave her. With a sigh, she turn to Carson. “Could you help me up?”<br/><br/>After he did, she held his arm tightly, closing her eyes for a moment. “Are you going to take me home?” She whispered to him, looking up. This wasn’t her home, not anymore. Her home was with him, wherever he went, her home was Centeal.