[He does nearly fall over; he needs to shift himself and he ends up going down onto both knees, but his arms go out around the large head. He hugs him, pressing his face into his golden mane.
He really has missed him.]
Sorry, that's my fault.
[He rubs vigorously at him, like a kid who might ruffle a dog into playing.]
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He really has missed him.]
Sorry, that's my fault.
[He rubs vigorously at him, like a kid who might ruffle a dog into playing.]