He wrapped his arms around him in the same moment, squeezing him tightly. A rush of emotions all fought for dominance: relief that he was okay, that they were out of danger; anger at himself for taking the risks he did; hurt, for having put Wembley in danger again; and affection at that lean, at his presence.

He could hardly talk, his voice caught in his throat, and he only shook his head slightly as he embraced him, body trembling now and again.