Alice's arms wrap around him in turn, clinging on so very tight, and her face buries itself against his shoulder. She missed him, she missed him so fucking much.

"Good enough for me," she murmurs. If this is what it takes for him to be a little less impulsive about these things, she'll take it.

Her fists curl tight into his shirt. "I can't believe that— that sneak, she's been lying to my face for weeks—"