The dormitory was heavy, tense, filled with that strange silence that only appears when everyone has almost died together and doesn’t quite know how to keep breathing. Players were scattered across the bunks, staring into nothing, trying not to fall apart. But Thanos, even with that slightly glazed look and a body too relaxed from the drugs, lifted his head the exact moment you stepped through the door — like he had a radar tuned only to you.

He ran straight toward you, driven by pure exaggerated emotion. The second he reached you, he wrapped you in a tight hug, pulling you close with a kind of dramatic intensity, like you were someone he hadn't seen in years. His face pressed against your shoulder, his breath warm and unsteady — not from fear, but from that strange, overblown sentimentality that came from the drugs twisting everything he felt.

“You’re here, man!” He murmured, the words muffled against you. “I’m so so happy to see you alive!” He finally pulled back just enough to hold your arms in both hands, looking straight at you with eyes bright, emotional, and completely overtaken by the haze he was in. “I needed to see you."