He'd already left the house when Iggy's text came back in, and he found himself grinning like an idiot at her reply. He'd honestly missed her since leaving town- she'd been his confidante, the one person he'd been able to be completely honest with. Even when they'd broken up because of his problems, she'd still been his best friend. And no matter how bad he'd gotten, she'd never ran away or ditched him. That made it hard to fully get over her- but his feelings had gotten complicated in the mean time. But if nothing else, they could still be friends.
He could feel people's eyes on him as he walked, and his hand tightened around his keys in his pocket. He knew that it was probably all in his imagination, or that they were just trying to recognise if it was him or not- but he couldn't shake the feeling that they all knew. About his OD, about the addiction, about everything that had come with it... And even though he knew that he looked healthy again, he also was afraid that they were seeing the old him, the skeleton, the addict.
But as soon as he saw Iggy, he felt like his whole body lit up. He couldn't shake the grin off of his face as he held his arms open for a hug before he even said hello.