[There are so many emotions Gilbert is feeling all at once. He isn't sure if there is a proper word in any dictionary or language to describe how light he feels, as if he was hugging a ray from the sun itself. No, Oz is so much better than the sun, he's Gilbert's precious friend and master, and he's safe. His laughter at the comment sounds on the verge of a sob, but he doesn't cry, not yet. It's just so very much like Oz to say something like that. He missed him so much.]
I think you're cool...
[He stammers out pathetically, too grateful and relieved to care how uncool he ends up sounding. His hug tightens at first. He doesn't pull away, but he does lift up his head to try and meet Oz's eyes and smiles at him. He hopes Oz doesn't notice the tears he's trying his hardest to keep at bay.]
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I think you're cool...
[He stammers out pathetically, too grateful and relieved to care how uncool he ends up sounding. His hug tightens at first. He doesn't pull away, but he does lift up his head to try and meet Oz's eyes and smiles at him. He hopes Oz doesn't notice the tears he's trying his hardest to keep at bay.]
I'm sorry I made you wait.