He can't speak for a moment, just nods and presses his face against her hair. She doesn't smell like she did back home. But how long has it been, and what's available in this weird mountain town? It's not that Sasha was someone very fancy and particular in her soaps and detergents while they were dating, but there were very distinctive things that were just very much her.

He still knows her, in that familiar, having known her since he came to the Institute way. A tear rolls down his cheeks two, then another, and he takes a loose, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

"Trust me, it's a surprise to me too." That sounds terrible, but how else is he supposed to put it when he spent months losing her, having her slowly erased as she became nothing, another, a notHer. "Yeah. Yeah, I do now."