[ There's a sort of terror thrill that goes through Cecil at the sight of Jonathan there, smiling, so familiar and so lost to him. A feeling that squeezes his heart like, 'It's happening again, here. That place. Haven. It's god-men and all its horrors.' And Strex has only become a terror of its own here in Night Vale. To have Haven in Night Vale... Geming, and Kite, and their Daniel, and all the rest...
He doesn't immediately respond.
And then he does. Then he closes the distance between them in long, hurried steps, and then he is hugging Jonathan tightly, and not letting go. Because whether Haven has come to Night Vale or not, whether Jonathan's arrival bodes the beginning of some sort of terrible end... It doesn't change the fact that Jonathan is here. He is here, and Cecil is glad to see him. ]
Hello! [ Cecil manages to laugh, manages not to choke, as he lets Jonathan loose to arms distance, but does not let him go. ] I... am not sure that this is real. It probably is not. But... I'm glad to see you again, anyway.
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He doesn't immediately respond.
And then he does. Then he closes the distance between them in long, hurried steps, and then he is hugging Jonathan tightly, and not letting go. Because whether Haven has come to Night Vale or not, whether Jonathan's arrival bodes the beginning of some sort of terrible end... It doesn't change the fact that Jonathan is here. He is here, and Cecil is glad to see him. ]
Hello! [ Cecil manages to laugh, manages not to choke, as he lets Jonathan loose to arms distance, but does not let him go. ] I... am not sure that this is real. It probably is not. But... I'm glad to see you again, anyway.