He laughs, and buries his face in her hair.

She laughs back, and clings to his waist.

Her face is planted in his chest, as she breathes in his salty, tangy scent and lets it linger in her nostrils for as long as she can. It's so refreshing, so tantalizing, so real that she wants to hold onto it forever and never let it go. She hasn't smelt that in so long.

Then he wraps an arm around her waist and runs slender fingers through her tight, golden locks like he used to and chuckles, like it's just a game. She wants to slap him for being an idiot, but she doesn't want to ruin the moment. Now, right now, she can forgive him for being an idiot. Because no matter how much his stupidity used to annoy her, it was nothing compared to the pain she had felt in his absence, and now he was here, she wasn't ever letting him leave her sight again.

She hears him murmuring something into her hair that's probably cheesy and cliche and overused, but she doesn't hear. She just nods and says, "Sure, Seaweed-Brain," unable to think straight at this time. She had waited so long, and now he was here.

Here with her.

She smiles.

That's a nice feeling.

A/N. Just a drabble. It's meant to be the MoA reunion, but it can be whatever you want it to be. Hope you like!

~Franki