Being all sermon, prayer absorbed as such, he can't well notice when the other takes notice of his ownself as more than a fleeting vision. Doesn't notice his shock and surprise too busy is he finally, finally feeling at home after so much foreign time in the bubbles and now here - here, in the strange, cold, industrial looking building what was now supposed to be all home.

He does notice the sudden embrace.

It shocks him at first, sends his pusher trying to burst forth from his chest once more as he's snapped clean out of his reverie, sermon, prayer, ritual, home, right into the arms of his brother in the warmest, the most mother fucking real hold he's had in eons.

A beat.

His breath hitches and he returns the embrace without so much as a second thought, burying his face in the chest of the other.