[ Anduin, when he comes into sight, doesn't look great. But at least he doesn't look injured, so that's something. Ramir presses forward, throwing both arms around his neck to pull him down into a hug — which is easier to do now as an automatic gesture of greeting, with a bit of practice.
Cheerfully enough: ] Hey, what's up, you look like shit.
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Cheerfully enough: ] Hey, what's up, you look like shit.