One take of how the first irl meeting with Tommy would go:
The plane ride was long, and you dozed off at least three times with your face pressed to the window in a way you're glad nobody could see. But now that the plane has landed, your energy has returned to spark through your vains anew. They're waiting for you. He's waiting for you.
You can see the doors at the end of the exit ramp. You're stepping through them. You're looking around, knowing their there, trying to find them in the crowd.
Blue-grey eyes, blonde hair, hands in his pockets, eyes searching the people flooding off the plane. For you. He's looking for you. And then you make eye contact, and a spark of something shoots down your torso, landing where your ribs split.
"Aaaaaaay!"
And you're running toward him, and he's running toward you, and you meet somewhere in the middle. Your arms loop around his neck, and he's holding you around the waist, and God it feels good to hold him. All soft hoodie and scuffed sneakers and fluffy hair. Like coming home.
Tubbo is kinda confused, still holding a sign, off where you first spotted them.
