[ the closer he got, the easier it was to see just how much "trouble" had been had, noya promptly kneeling in front of him with widened eyes and an already stretching arm to take the hand held up to greet him. he inspects, his own wrapped fingers light around the wrists, to turn it, looking up his arm and neck—

it's been months since he's seen emi, and after he gives a light huff, he allows his limb slink away from him. he didn't remember anyone during that time. no one. it hits a mark and makes him look down, and on another hand, glad to actually be back.

because he didn't want to forget. and during the rest of his stay, he'll make it all count. so, with a quiet chuckle, nishinoya shifts, reaches over so his arm encircles over emi's back, his opposite shoulder earning a firm pat, holding there while the shoulders between them get pushed together. ]

—I missed you, man. [ so— surprise number one, nishinoya grabs for his messenger bag, fiddling through it to take out a tied plastic bag, dumping from it an array of energy based snacks, protein bars, beef jerky . . . you name it, all in front of them. ] This'll bring some color to your face. You need to look good too, right? You're not gonna like that.

[ while honest, it's said lightheartedly. when he needed it, emi lifted him so— here he is, with some of that energy back to return it to a person in need of some. ]