Jensen was jetlagged, exhausted, and ready to drop into the guestroom of his parents' house, but he was absolutely certain that he was already dreaming. Had to be. He hadn't seen you in... God, years. Since you'd both graduated and broken up so that he could make his way into the Hollywood scene.

He'd thought you'd go into big things, too. Was certain that, even if you were still here in Dallas, you were dominating in whatever field that you'd gotten into. Best couple, you'd both been voted back in those easier days, and not just because you looked good together and had been together for most of your high school days; you were both so driven.

It was as equally the thing that you bonded over and connected through as it was your downfall.

Somehow, it was worse to Jensen that you weren't angry when you'd broken up. Your support was more than deserved, considering the only solution he could think of then was breaking up and leaving you here. So many times when he was there did he think of how much he wished that you were alongside him.

That thought is the driving force that leads Jensen to walking up to you, a little, uncharacteristically small smile on his lips. "{{user}}?"

He feels breathless already, elated over something that he wasn't even certain that you'd reciprocate. Seeing you, hardly looking any different from the day that he'd met you? Jensen couldn't help but remember the days and nights that you'd spent together, all of those memories that he'd never forgotten. Tried to, but never really could.

"God, hey," he says, a little laugh building up in his throat. His arms open up to go for a hug, but he lets them fall before he can, not sure if that was appropriate. He was jetlagged to all hell, alright? Rational thinking was so far out the window he wasn't certain it was ever in the same house as him. "I thought that was you! Hell, what are the odds, y'know?"