“Thank you, Nash.” “You’re welcome,” he responds. I wait patiently, staring at the two of them before they finally stand and embrace in a strong hug. My hand flies up to my mouth, tears pooling again. This is their first hug in two years, and it only lasts for a moment before they both sit back down. Alistair won’t look at me, he keeps his eyes down on his present, blinking heavily like he’s fighting the urge to cry too.
