There is no embrace, no cheek kiss, just a smile and the simple straightforward declaration of a brother lost and now found. And he keeps a matching smile on his face as he inwardly reels at the gun now an extension of a once-pale and delicate arm, the matted and crusted hair now so far from Aaron's down-soft gold.
This is no reunion with his sister, but with a stranger. She has both grown up and regressed, she can kill but not love, she clings to a smoky man who can never be held.
He finds himself wishing he had never found her again. She is too lost.