vi grabs you by the shoulders, and for a moment, you don't know what she's thinking. then, she folds you into her arms and buries her face in your neck, breathing you in.

she's glaringly different than what you remember - the side shave, the tattoos, the muscles - but as soon as the facade cracks and she's wrapped around you like she was when you were thirteen year olds, suddenly she's much easier to recognize.

"you're still shorter than me." she murmurs into the crook of your neck.