“Sorry I didn’t come home, old chap—” Maximoff rushes to his best friend and wraps her up in his arms. Picking her off the ground in a hug and saving her feet from the cold. “You’re okay?” “I’m okay.” She clings tighter to him. Farrow comes to my side, and we both watch the people we love embrace. They whisper to each other, and Maximoff keeps sweeping her from head to toe. Making sure she’s in one piece. “I never want to see him like that again,” Farrow tells me, his voice low. My chest tightens.
