If we weren't travelling through space on a bunch of star-ships, I'd think that was impossible. Keep working on that, I'll be right there.

[His tone is an exercise in staying light, like this isn't some big deal, like his heart isn't pounding out of his chest. He hangs up and, Maker help him, sprints to get to her ship.

His hair is uncharacteristically disheveled and his clothes are in a similar state from his haste, but the smile breaking across his face is blinding.]

Well, now. I think this is the best news I've heard since arriving on this Maker-forsaken fleet.

[And then his arms are around her in a tight hug, betraying exactly how much he'd missed her.]