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[ Gray pauses with her hand on the front doorknob, because I'm told they live in a house with an open floor plan. Her neutral expression rapidly melts into one that may be alarmingly familiar to Eustace — the one that usually precedes a good old cry. One might think that Gray has had to welcome Eustace back from his absences enough times by now that it would feel like a rote experience, but she manages to feel it right in the heart every time. So many people come and go from her life now; it's a far greater miracle whenever someone returns from the abyss.

So anyway. Gray gently closes the door behind her before trotting straight over to Eustace. She wordlessly baby blankets him into a hug, as is custom. If he's standing, then she'll hop up to get her arms around his neck for maximum coverage ~~and hope he isn't too tired to catch her~~. ]