When he finally catches sight of him, he stills for a moment. Like he's not sure, like he could be mistaken. He could be mistaken. He could just be seeing what he wants to see.

Arthur. Whole and healthy, not some desiccated shell on a lonely mountain, left to the animals and the elements.

Something twists sharply in his chest as he finally starts to move, at a slower pace but his destination still absolutely certain. There aren't words. Just a dazed look in his eyes as he draws closer, taking him all in--

And then letting out a strained laugh and reaching forward, arms winding tight around him. It's him. It's him and he's here and he's not sure what to do, or what he should do.

This, this is the only thing that really seems right.