[ Reynir knows it is Onni, returned, the moment he speaks aloud. He knows that voice so well by now, would recognize it anywhere. He doesn't need to hear Onni's name to know and so he's already moving out of the kitchen and towards the door, and by the time Onni has said his name it's only a second more before Reynir collides with him, drawing him into a fierce, tight hug.

It's only now, right at this moment, that he lets himself really feel it. How terrified he'd been that Onni wouldn't come back. How much he'd come to rely on Onni, in this place. He's no longer just this unattainably cool, powerful guy that Reynir desperately wanted to remember who he was. He's Onni, with all his sharp edges and his grief and stupid habits and soft smiles and all the cooking and fussing and he's a part of Reynir's life. And he had thought Onni might be gone for good. ]

I didn't know if you were coming back.

[ Reynir hadn't even let go of the faintly damp cloth he'd been using to wipe down the cabinet, and he shows no sign of doing so as he clings to Onni, burying his face in Onni's shoulder (and noticing as he does the small changes, how long and scratchy Onni's stubble has gotten, that his hair is a bit longer, that he's a little thinner, that he smells very subtly different. ]

Lalli isn't here. He vanished the same time that you did. I figured you two must be together...

[ Reynir has learned from talking to others here that these sorts of movements can be unpredictable, that even time can play tricks. Onni just... doesn't feel like he's only been gone seven days. So Reynir asks, in increasingly worried tones: ]

How long were you gone? Where did you go? Are you okay - you aren't... injured or- nothing bad happened?

[ Kisa is curled up close by the door, on top of a shelf, her tail waving lazily, utterly unmoved by Onni's appearance. ]