[Flynn drops with a gasp, rushing back into himself, the brightness, the emotions, the connection suddenly gone.
But then there's Peter, the real Peter, the one he's been search for so long, that face that suddenly showed up on his tablet in the Retirement Home and gave him so much hope but that never reached him and for a moment Flynn can't even speak, mute as the tears spring to his eyes and he hugs Peter back, clinging to him like a drowning man.]
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But then there's Peter, the real Peter, the one he's been search for so long, that face that suddenly showed up on his tablet in the Retirement Home and gave him so much hope but that never reached him and for a moment Flynn can't even speak, mute as the tears spring to his eyes and he hugs Peter back, clinging to him like a drowning man.]
Hi. There you are.