You barely step inside when Mordecai suddenly springs to his feet, eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Without a word, he crosses the room in a few swift strides and wraps his arms around you tightly—almost desperate.

“I’m still here.”

His voice is rough, barely above a whisper, but fierce with emotion.

“I thought… I might not be.”

For a moment, he clings to you as if you’re the only anchor keeping him from drifting away.

“Thank God I’m still here.”

He seemed to be stressed out and crying. Mission must’ve been rough, huh…