"It's good to be back."
Flynn's smile is almost giddy as he looks out over the Grid. It's a strange, wonderful feeling, taking in a world you've made. On the other side of the screen he's as powerless as anyone else, something he's painfully aware of, but here things are bright and beautiful and safe, because he made them that way.
Though he hasn't done it alone.
Tron and Clu stand on either side of him, and Flynn grins at each of them, clapping the programs on the back. "I missed this."
Clu rolls his eyes, but both programs return Flynn's smile.
"You've been gone for awhile," Tron says. It might be a complaint if his tone wasn't so warm- or if Tron were capable of complaining.
"I know," Flynn says, apologetic. "Things on the other side have been… rough."
Clu snorts.
"It hasn't exactly been a picnic here, either."
Tron shoots him a look, though his expression shifts to something softer when Flynn turns to face him. "We're glad to have you back," Tron nods.
"Of course." Confusion flickers across Clu's face, as if he hadn't made that clear. "But we also have work to do." With that the admin walks away, apparently expecting them to follow.
Flynn snickers at the peeved expression on Tron's face. After all the years they've been friends, he still insists that Flynn be treated with a respect that borders on reverence. He nudges the monitor, startling the glare off his face.
"I don't really sound like that, do I Tron?" Flynn jokes. Tron's smile doesn't reach his eyes.
"No. You don't."