"I didn't talk to no one," he admits. Not anyone that counted anyway. "I looked up what people said on the news or on public shit. I didn't do nothin' else. Just tried to live in it for a little while."

That had been it. He'd just existed in this tiny pocket of universe where he knows that he was wanted but hadn't sought out a single soul because he didn't want to spoil the moment.

"I missed you and Vegeta like crazy. Don't tell 'im that. I don't want 'im thinkin' I went and got needy."

He doesn't mention yet that he saw her home. Not right yet. Maybe in a little bit. Right now he's just happy to see her, and he pulls her into a mutually offered hug, squeezing her close. It's good to see the people here that still give a rat's ass. He doesn't have his home universe, but he does have them.