Tommy waited, fidgeting in place, noting all the little details. The bag, the coat. Billy's things and David's. They both lived here now. Billy hadn't wanted to stay in his place without Teddy, maybe. Tommy didn't blame him.

Billy hurtling out of the room didn't surprise him, but the cloak did. Tommy wanted to ask, to try to ask about the Eye and the cloak and anything else that was putting off talking about where he'd been and what he'd done. But then Billy was flinging himself at him and Tommy just wrapped his arms around his brother. It was weird, but Billy almost seemed shorter than him. Maybe it was how they were standing.

And Tommy had that urge again to just crumble. He wanted to cry and let his brother hug him. He couldn't DO that, because he didn't get to have that from Billy, and Billy wouldn't get it even if he had. It wasn't something Tommy would have wanted before. Or should want now.

So he just hugged back, taking a few deep breaths. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm okay. We're okay."