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[ He doesn't hear her, but he does turn after sensing someone behind him. It's a feeling that makes him shiver, like he's attached to someone by an invisible string and they've just pulled on it.

He feels like he's been hit by a truck of emotions when he faces her, but something becomes very clear to him. He's suspected as much for a while that he's been falling for her, but he's never been more sure how in love with her he is until this moment. When he thought he might never find her in such a huge and endless city, only to have her appear in front of him, as though the universe took pity on him and granted him one wish.

The only thing that stops him from striding towards her and pulling her into a hug is the thought that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. That as soon as he touches her, she'll just fade away, or he'll wake up and every part of Erku was a dream all along, including her. ]

Is this real? [ This city, this park, this moment. ] Are you?

[biscuity]

[ Despite the fact that he speaks at much more normal volume than she had, Clary almost doesn't hear him, either, the pounding of her heart deafening in her ears. She honestly thought she would never see him again or would have to find some magical way to get to him, something Magnus would probably tell her was impossible; having him here, starting at her like she'll disappear any second (a feeling that is very much shared, too), makes her dizzy as if the world was spinning too fast all of a sudden.

For what feels like an eternity she just stands there, answer caught somewhere in her chest along with her breath, and then she runs to him. Her arms wrap tightly around him, one clutching his jacket while the other goes to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. Let him feel how real she is, just as she's doing with him now, face pressed to his neck to inhale the familiar smell of him. If this is a dream, she thinks, please don't ever let me wake up.

When she finally finds her voice again it's broken, cracking around her words as a million different emotions rush over her, all of them good but overwhelming in their intensity. ]

I thought I'd never see you again.