[ A lot happens in the next few seconds. He nearly embraces her, pivots at the last possible second, shouts some things, his tail wags - he's bruised (oh, hell no) - and Aranea can only just keep up with his excited babbling. Her smile is faint. It's not his fault, though. Her emotional reactions are tempered by the situation she didn't ask for: a dry mouth and a pounding head, too many emotions and not all of them hers, the burn of liquour lingering at the walls of her throat. ]
... Hey.
[ Her words are slower than his, but not exactly reluctant. It's just. A lot. Even for an "insolent asshole" such as herself. ]
hi best son ever
... Hey.
[ Her words are slower than his, but not exactly reluctant. It's just. A lot. Even for an "insolent asshole" such as herself. ]
It's good to see you too, kid.
But - I need you to slow down just a bit. Okay?
[ before you give mom a migraine ]
This whole thing is pretty wild.