[Tig's end of the feed clicks on, first giving an odd angle and then some dizzying camerawork as he tries to shuffle things a little, murmured voices accompanying it without anything easily discernible in view. He's not in the shot at first, although his voice is heard easily enough, if hushed.]

Hang on, baby, I gotta get this.

[And then he's on camera, evidently still in bed, if the scenery behind him is any indication, although he's dressed, at least.]

Heyyy somebody's in a good mood. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Welcome back.

[If things were tense between them when she left, there's no sign of it now; if anything he just grins at her like he hasn't seen her in a lifetime. It only took a few hours for everything to sort itself out in his head, by now he's pretty much got everything straight, but it's still been months since he's seen her. There's a quietly relieved look underneath, like he wasn't entirely sure she would come back (he's got years of experience with girls her age and a little older, he's long since learned to expect nothing until they need something), but he at least looks a hell of a lot better than when he first came back. He glances somewhere next to him, then tilts his head to regard something further away, then returns his attention to the camera.]

I got a couple houseguests right now, but you can come over whenever. Just gotta promise not to lecture when you get here, alright?