"It's okay." She only holds him tighter, as if she thinks maybe he'll disappear in a puff of smoke the second she lets go. "Because you came back. I'm good at waiting, but it's sad to wait for nothing." But this isn't nothing. He's right here, and he's real, and he's just the same as always.

This is already more than she's ever expected from anyone else. When people leave, they don't come back, no matter how much you wait. That's what she learned from her father.