[It's... hard-- no, beyond impossible to put words to the storm of emotions happening in Wrath's head, behind his expression of wide-eyed shock and trepidation. For the entire time he's been back in this world, the memories of here have been colliding with the memories of Amestris with such an intensity that he'd had to actively quash it with literally anything else, just to maintain even the slightest grasp of composure (something Wrath's classically had very little of to begin with).]
[Well, now there is nothing else standing between him and that maelstrom, and he both wants to run away, fall to his knees and explode into ugly, snotty tears, and rush forward into the last place, the last company in which he'd ever been happy... all at the same time.]
[Which he can't do.]
[His eyes flick between Henry and Envy once more, and while he doesn't exactly relax... he does slowly center his weight again. They've both beckoned him into the house, now, and Envy looks... not like the Envy from his most recent memories. He looks, speaks like the one from here.His brother. So... while the urge is almost overpowering, Wrath will not sprint off into the summer night like a messed-up snaggle-limbed deer. He will come inside.]
[Taking in a shaky breath, he nods his head and starts to step forward. Once he's moving, the Cubone at his side lets go of his leg and grabs his hand again. Wrath almost seems to shrink as he crosses the threshold, hunching his shoulders and looking down like he's afraid of tripping some kind of trap or alarm... but he's done it! He is inside. Far enough inside for the door to be shut behind him, even!]
[Now it's time to stand awkwardly in the entry hall between two people that he wasn't even sure still existed a few moments ago.]
... Your hair is longer.
[He says this very quietly, in Henry's direction, but he's broken the eye contact to gaze slowly around at the hallway. It's the same. It looks the same, smells the same...]
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[Well, now there is nothing else standing between him and that maelstrom, and he both wants to run away, fall to his knees and explode into ugly, snotty tears, and rush forward into the last place, the last company in which he'd ever been happy... all at the same time.]
[Which he can't do.]
[His eyes flick between Henry and Envy once more, and while he doesn't exactly relax... he does slowly center his weight again. They've both beckoned him into the house, now, and Envy looks... not like the Envy from his most recent memories. He looks, speaks like the one from here.
His brother.So... while the urge is almost overpowering, Wrath will not sprint off into the summer night like a messed-up snaggle-limbed deer. He will come inside.][Taking in a shaky breath, he nods his head and starts to step forward. Once he's moving, the Cubone at his side lets go of his leg and grabs his hand again. Wrath almost seems to shrink as he crosses the threshold, hunching his shoulders and looking down like he's afraid of tripping some kind of trap or alarm... but he's done it! He is inside. Far enough inside for the door to be shut behind him, even!]
[Now it's time to stand awkwardly in the entry hall between two people that he wasn't even sure still existed a few moments ago.]
... Your hair is longer.
[He says this very quietly, in Henry's direction, but he's broken the eye contact to gaze slowly around at the hallway. It's the same. It looks the same, smells the same...]