[ Trust Molly to make him want to push him into that wall within two minutes of meeting each other. Fjord sighs, short and annoyed and grateful to feel those things again, shaking his head as he takes in the sight of him. Something Molly says makes him look up, an apology wringing through his words. ]

If any of us had known you were here, we would have come. We wouldn't just —

[ Give up. Abandon you. Forget you. He steps forward as the words die in his throat, making no secret of the way he drinks in the sight of his old friend, vying for patience to take control of his own nerves. ]

You have every right to be angry, if that's how you feel.

[ That's what Fjord anticipates. ]