Jonathan Sims

John bursts out of the corn and Martin lifts his head from his hands just in time to see him drop down beside him and pull him into a tight, surprising hug. He tenses for only a split second before melting desperately into it, his arms going clumsily around John's middle and holding him just as close back. He shivers and starts to sob properly, half-muffled against John's shoulder.

"I- I don't know how I—" he tries to say, hiccuping between shallow breaths, and then he gives up trying. John probably doesn't know any better than he does what's happened, and babbling about it won't help either of them. He just clings on tight and allows himself this small bit of relief, that John's here, that he found him.