The hug was returned with Connor's full strength, like he'd lose his bother all over again if he didn't hold on tight enough. He did let him go after a moment, though, once they'd landed in the mud and slid to a stop - just one arm though, just so he could use his free hand to give a muddy smack to the back of Murph's head.

"Where the fuck have I been? Where the fuck have you been, I've been searching all over for you," he retorted with a laugh of his own, the sound bubbling out from the sheer relief of having found his other half, safe and sound. Whoever had done this to them didn't seem to have hurt Murphy, and for that at least he said a silent prayer of thanks.

Still, he had to be certain. "You alright, Murph?" he asked in a slightly more serious tone, blinking through the rain to try and spot any cuts or bruises, anything that might prove his initial assessment wrong.