He pulls her in against her chest, and things like familarity and safety and something that feels a lot like being in love floods through Joyce. She presses her face against his shirt for a moment and just breathes him in.

"Holy shit," she echoes, all but clinging to him, even if it's only been a couple of hours since she saw him last. She's just proving to herself that he's alive. More than just alive. That he's okay.