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[And yeah, guess who else happens to be on this trail. In these woods. Because it's a good spot to train your Incineroar away from people she'll inevitably want to wrestle.]
[... speaking of which. She's clearly found some Poor Unfortunate Soul. The muscle cat bellows something in what's probably supposed to be a greeting. Before she flexes triumphantly for the strange human.]
[Sorry, Matt. Her trainer and his Aggron are right behind.]
heck yeah!!!!!
Well, hi there! You're looking very, uh...buff today, ma'am.
im ready
[However, her trainer is not far behind. Him and his Aggron both. The latter charging ahead and skidding to a stop, tilting its big head in curiosity while Shiro comes jogging up behind the big metal dinosaur. There are leaves in his hair.]
Sorry-! She gets really... really into train...
[And then he trails off. Just. Staring across the little clearing.]
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Somewhere in between soothing his deeply offended tiny Pokemon and rubbing his forehead, Matt looks up and over and the world stops. There's light shining through the trees and there's a soft breeze blowing and everything is so still, and it makes sense that he finds him like this. It makes perfect sense.
Matt just smiles.]
Hey.
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[It's one word. One short little word. And it makes it feel as if everything's frozen. Simultaneously locked in place and cracking around the edges. Because he knows that face. That voice. That... constantly shaggy hair. Sure, it's older, leaner.]
[But that...]
Matt...
[Behind him, his Aggron looks over at empty air in confusion. To which his Haunter materializes, pulling up what looks like a photo of Pidge. Pointing back and forth between the image and the guy getting headbutted by the Incineroar. Completely ignoring the current emotional turmoil their poor trainer is rolling through.]
Hey.
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But no, Matt is just slowly stepping forward, a little hesitant, like he can't believe Shiro's really there. Taller, broader, scarred. But there.]
I...I didn't think I'd... [ever see you again] What are you...doing here?
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[Oblivious to this conversation is their trainer. Who literally only has eyes for the person he hasn't seen in... years. It feels like years. He steps forward, too. Out of pure reflex.]
Same... same thing as you.
You -- [You're alive.] Got taller.
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A hapless reedy man who is stepping forward too, reaching out, wanting to -- grab on, to make sure Shiro isn't just a dream. He'd thought this whole place was a dream when he first arrived. Maybe it is. Maybe this is what the whole dream was building towards.]
...I'm. I can't believe it's...it's really you. It's you. [HIs voice breaks, just a little, on the last word.]
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[It's that break that does it. That little break of the last word. Because it makes him step forward those last few feet and just. Hug him. Tightly. He's not wearing armor, the metal arm is no more powerful or painful than his real hand in this world.]
[So there's nothing holding him back.]
You're -- you're alive.
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Matt is busy being scooped up in a long-awaited, long-dreamed-about embrace, letting out a watery laugh and clinging on just as tightly.]
Well, yeah. Duh.
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Duh? That's -- that's all you've got to say for yourself?
[But no, there's no real heat in the words. Nothing but a shaky sort of relief squeezing his chest so hard he feels like he's going to choke on it.]
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What am I supposed to s-say, you big...choking me, you...Shiro. [Matt's words are stumbling over each other and he's squeezing as tightly as he can, watery, teary laughter escaping him.]
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Sorry! Sorry--!
[He almost lets him go. Almost steps away, worried it's too much. Worried he's done something wrong. But then Matt squeezes again. Laughs and cries in the same breath and it's all he can do not to spin him in a circle.]
I'm sorry -- I just -- I can't believe it.
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[It's all so silly and perfect and wonderful and ridiculous that Matt just laughs, helplessly, again. Mimas makes a confused chirpy sound -- you dying over there, dad?]
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[Said Cat Bodybuilder looks indignant. What do you mean what is she??? She's glorious, that's what she is!!]
Another world. Planet. Let's -- can we leave it at that? What happened to your hair?
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It grew, Shiro. That's what hair does.
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[Another laugh, shaky and uncertain.]
Yeah. Yeah, I know it does. But I still...
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[Matt's Eevee makes a squeaky, disgusted sound at that. Gross.]
...need to sit down? Take a breather?
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[Where's the Gay Spheal meme when you need it.]
I'm fine. This is -- pretty much just a normal day for us.
You though... come on. We should get you back to the city.
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Oh, there's a city too? [Matt is...benignly curious. He's taking this very well.]
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Matt -- you... [Exasperated. Achingly fond.] Of course there's a city.
... we can talk there.
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[He laughs, a little sheepishly, ducking automatically to pick up his Eevee.] Well, I didn't know. I've only seen the woods.
...are the woods full of ears? Are there spy Pokemon?
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[His fat Spheal. Whom he also loves.]
... no. But there's food in town.
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[He's so confused. And hungry, very hungry, his stomach is growling audibly and Mimas is squeaking and making demanding wiggles.] I don't...have any money, though.
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[The soft, round, bouncy part. She is a good spheal.]
I do. I've got this, man. Promise.
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