Hoarse or not, Lucy would know that voice anywhere. Despite the fact that she's the one who called his name first, it comes as a surprise anyway, her breath catching in her throat at the sound of her name. Somehow — and had she a few spare moments or the presence of mind to stop and consider it, she would probably be able to figure that out — her brother's here, when she knows he was gone, when she didn't think she would get him back. That's not the kind of luck that people get more than once.
"Oh, my God," she says on an exhale, and then she doesn't bother trying not to hurry in the direction of his bedroom and the voice, stopping once she's through the door. He looks like shit, and that in itself would be just about enough to wreck her, but for the moment, at least, it's such a relief to see him that she can't make too much of it. She can't keep her eyes from brimming with tears, either, no matter how hard she tries, face falling, though it's nearly all from relief. "Max, you're — you're here."
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Date: 2012-11-04 02:53 am (UTC)"Oh, my God," she says on an exhale, and then she doesn't bother trying not to hurry in the direction of his bedroom and the voice, stopping once she's through the door. He looks like shit, and that in itself would be just about enough to wreck her, but for the moment, at least, it's such a relief to see him that she can't make too much of it. She can't keep her eyes from brimming with tears, either, no matter how hard she tries, face falling, though it's nearly all from relief. "Max, you're — you're here."