OOC: yeah<br/>BIC: "Rebecca." Mitchel said her name in a flat mono tone as she threw her arms around his neck, throwing all her weight onto him. Mitchel stood firmly on his feet with no problem. He had grown as well and the rigorous training exercises and war tacticles had toned his skinny bean pole figue into a thick hard as rock frame. His arms did not reach around to hug Rebecca back as she clug to him.<br/><br/>"Rebecca please..." He repeated. "Not in public." he told her. He removed her arms from around him only to have them replaced by his mother's<br/><br/>"Oh Mitch, my son! I'm so happy you're home!" she crooned as tears fell from her eyes and dampened his uniform.<br/><br/>"It's good to see you too mom." Mitchel replied and waited for his mother to step back again.