I make a beeline to him.
The relief on his face at the sight of my dust-covered, sweaty, gross face is exactly what’s on my face as well. I don’t need to see it to know it.
I’m not sure if he’s really into PDA, but I throw myself in his direction and he catches me without hesitation, his arms tight around me as he pulls me in as closely as the laws of physics will let him.
“You really couldn’t stay somewhere safe, just to stop me from having a heart attack?”
I scoff at him, but his arms stay tight around me so I can’t move.