Having clawed his way back from a death loop that nearly obliterated him, Orson found he actually had quite a bit he wanted to say to Sienna and the others.
"Not gonna lie—I kinda missed you guys."
He threw an arm around Madman and Bradley, his grin stretching almost behind his ears.
Madman gagged. "Ugh, gross! Bleh—"
Bradley clapped him on the back. "Orson's finally back! This calls for a feast!"
"Feast your ass, I'm still alive and kicking!" Orson snapped, flicking each of them on the forehead hard enough to leave a welt.
No matter how absurd his power grew, he was still happiest with trusted brothers by his side.
"You're not planning to run off on some crazy trip again, right?" Sienna narrowed her eyes at him, her tone light but hiding a touch of real worry.
"We'll see," Orson chuckled. He studied her face—no longer so youthful and tender, now carrying hints of authority and composure. It made him oddly proud.