He exhaled, ran a hand over his face, and pulled Katharina into a tight hug. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't calculated. He simply held her like someone who had been irritated, worried, and trying not to freak out for four days.
She rested her face against his chest without complaining.
Vergil spoke softly, close to her ear:
"I was worried."
Katharina closed her eyes. She just took a deep breath. He continued:
"I said I'd let you think. But I didn't think 'thinking' meant disappearing off the face of the earth and showing up in the Caribbean."
She gave his chest a small push, not to push him away, but to look him in the eyes.
"I needed… distance."
"Four days?" Vergil asked, his expression still tense.
"Four days."
He tightened the hug once more, then released it. Just enough to look her up and down. Her clothes didn't help his situation, but Vergil tried to stay focused.
"At least you could have let me know where you were," he said.
