"'Tis not Verona," is all he says at first, knowing that's not an answer and striding forward to give Benvolio the tightest hug he can muster. It is good to see him, though it brings back memories of their last encounter with each other; Mercutio covered in blood, lying close to death on the floor of a tavern. He blinks back a sudden, strange onset of tears¹ and smiles.

"I yet live, here. There are some others that have died in their homes as well."


¹He really is turning into Romeo. This will Not Do.