[ Elijah holds back just as tightly. Maybe he isn't a werewolf and he doesn't have extra-sharp sense or anything like that, but he knows his brother. Even if it feels different, even if it's been more than twenty years since they were actually this close, Ezra is his brother and he is a part of him that had been missing for so long. He'd almost thought he'd be better off without him, but the pain from his death showed him that he was wrong.

He needs this. He needs to close his eyes and hold his brother. He needs to actually listen and feel his heart against his chest. He is alive. He is safe. Even without Eli's protection. ]

If we're apologizing then I suppose... [ He chokes back a few more tears. He's fine! Hank is over there, looking very intently at the tea Chloe offered him. ] I apologize for never reaching out to you. Pretending I was fine without you.