I love the image of Fred, who looks like a mess trying to survive in the wilderness alone while slowly losing hope, suddenly hearing his name.
He looks over and sees someone as dirty as he is, and yeah, the guy's eyes aren't as blue as before and he looks like he hasn't slept in months, but it's still his Tubbo.
His Tubbo has come to save him like some knight in shining armor. The fire reflected off his cracked goggles like a beacon of light.
They stop and look at each other because they genuinely can not believe their eyes. They have both changed so much, but they are still the same hearts beating in rhythm.
Slowly, they close the gap between each other. Their eyes focused like the other would disappear in a blink of an eye until they were less than a foot apart.
All Fred has the energy to do is open his arms, and that is all the invite Tubbo needs to throw himself into them.
They are both gross and tired and moments away from breaking down, but they have never felt so warm.