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It wasn't what he thought it would be,
getting him back.
He'd imagined words he didn't have
and red-faced Mexican standoffs
with his stupidness on show for all to see; him wearing it on his chest right over his heart like a sheriff's badge, sole protector of Idiot Town.
But it wasn't like that.
It was quiet, but there were words.
Even if they were only words like, "Hey" and words like, "I missed you" and words that were questions like, "Do you want to go for a drive?" and "Do you want to eat our sandwiches sitting on a blanket in this pretty field?"
They were somehow the right words.
It wasn't what he thought it would be—turned out it was easier, and it was brighter.
Funny how things change.
He'd been wrong about most things before and it had mattered.
But him being wrong about this only mattered in the way he got to be so, so glad about it.