Jethro stood and met Grey halfway, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
Grey held him just as firmly, fingers gripping the back of Jethro's shirt like he needed proof this was real and not something he had imagined on the way over.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Jethro pulled back just enough to look at him before closing the distance again and kissing him.
Grey inhaled sharply into it, a low sound slipping from his throat as his hands tightened instinctively.
He had known he missed him. He just hadn't understood how deep it ran until now. Jethro's scent alone made his chest feel fuller.
The pressure of his lips, the warmth of his body, sent heat spreading fast and heavy through him.
When Jethro finally pulled back slightly, they stayed close, foreheads touching, smiling at each other.
"I knew I had missed you," Jethro murmured, voice low, "but not just how much until now."
It was exactly what Grey had just realized about himself.
