[A deep breath. Rather than looking at the static, Marco raises a hand to the hug, places it high on Elias' imaginary back.]
You too.
[And then, quietly, but with his mouth, rather than his brain:] You're...
["... like a son to me." But God, he can't say that. Instead, he drops to his knees, to the eye level he can picture so vividly in his mind, and hugs him with both arms.
(Hugs himself, of course. But he hopes Elias can feel it.)]
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You too.
[And then, quietly, but with his mouth, rather than his brain:] You're...
["... like a son to me." But God, he can't say that. Instead, he drops to his knees, to the eye level he can picture so vividly in his mind, and hugs him with both arms.
(Hugs himself, of course. But he hopes Elias can feel it.)]