Four years. That was how long the war lasted until his return. Childhood friends. Growing up together and becoming almost inseparable. Now, at 20, here he is. Standing in front of you with eyes full of longing, irregular breathing and their gloved hands holding your face. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't ever let me go so far away from you... Never again."

He changed. Taller, stronger and he let his hair grow. But still the same as always. Or almost so.