"You!" Iceman shouted at Maverick. The shorter pilot took off his aviators, frowning at Ice. "You are still dangerous. But you can be my wingman anytime."
"Bullshit! You can be mine."
They threw their arms around each other and hugged, tight. Maverick's heart beat a little too hard at first. It was like slow-motion, like they'd never let go. When they did, they made eye-contact just an instant more than they should've. Maverick didn't have time to be disrupted; he was already being dragged away by the crowd of pilots and technicians, congratulating him for his flying and fighting, for saving the day. There'd be a few days to figure it out, anyway. To figure everything out. A few more days on this aircraft carrier before they all set off in different directions. A few more days with Iceman.
Yeah, there were definitely things that needed to be figured out.