The silence was thick as Damien and Sebastian stood at the entrance of the suite, staring at the last person they'd hoped to see.
Neither of them moved. Neither of them blinked.
Marcel sat like a ghost resurrected. Then took another slow sip of scotch, before setting the glass down and looking up with a smirk.
"Is that any way to welcome your little brother?"
For a moment, silence fell across the room.
Then Damien broke first, he surged forward, pulling Marcel into a hug so tight it felt desperate. "You bastard," he muttered. "You actually made it out."
Sebastian joined them, his hand clapping Marcel's back. "You look like hell."
"And you two look like you've been living in it," Marcel said, his lips twitching into a grin.
Their grip around him tightened even more.
"Oh, okay guys," Marcel choked. "Can I breathe?" He said.
When they finally pulled back, it was like none of them quite knew what to say.
