[Every time the door opens, Angel's eyes lift in unmasked excitement. It takes three or four swings of the door for her to be rewarded for her diligence by the sight of the younger, blond man. She's on her feet in seconds, crossing as quickly as she dares (without being outright impolite and sprinting). Her arms slide around his neck and shoulders easily, securing herself to the young man.
It won't be long until Armin finds his shoulder wet. It's probably obvious why from the faint tremors rocking through Angel's body. He's warm, and real, and it feels like it's been far too long since she's been able to see him.]
Armin -- [She tries to say more, but all that comes out is a tight little croak.] You made it.
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It won't be long until Armin finds his shoulder wet. It's probably obvious why from the faint tremors rocking through Angel's body. He's warm, and real, and it feels like it's been far too long since she's been able to see him.]
Armin -- [She tries to say more, but all that comes out is a tight little croak.] You made it.