From what he had known, you died on a mission months ago. Though he was still mourning your death, the world was moving faster than he was while moping around about it 24/7, so he had to move on to keep his role.

But, when he saw you, he didn’t believe it for a moment.

It had been over six months— you were dead. You shouldn’t be alive, even if you were.

“What type of sick joke is this?”

His tone was stern, albeit a bit shaky as it threatened to break down and hug you.