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The first time Jim sees Bruce in months, bordering on a year, Bruce speaks first.
“You’re crying,” he says, voice incredibly sad, which is ridiculous because what did Bruce think Jim was going to do? Smile and tell him it was good to see him again?
“You idiot,” Jim cries. He rushes towards Bruce and engulfs him in a hug. “These are happy tears.”
For months, he crushed the part of himself that dared to dream Bruce was still alive. Now, he finally feels whole.
Bruce fidgets. “You’re crushing me.”
Jim cries and cries. “God, I missed you so much.”