The hug isn't what he'd have expected, even just a few weeks ago, but they've been getting more frequent since he's been here. Some other time maybe he'd crack a joke about Tommy missing him, or being replaced by a Skrull, but now? Now, he needs that hug so badly, and he clings to Tommy hard enough to steal his breath away, arms wrapped tight around his twin and chin pressed into his shoulder.

The question is enough to make him laugh, though the sound he makes isn't exactly a laugh, more like a half-choked sob. He's been trying so hard to be okay for the last...however long it's been, four days?? And now that he's home and the door is shut and he's here, he's finally able to stop trying. "No, no, I'm pretty sure I'm the opposite of okay right now," he says, drawing a shuddering breath in as he swallows down that slightly hysterical laugh. "Tommy, this week has been--pretty fucked up." he doesn't even know where to start, except with the fact that he's not letting go any time soon.