He didn't move and inch, making the world part around him, feet firmly planted, fingers flexing against the wood of the broom, knuckles pink then white, then pink again.

My Seimei.

"I suppose not," he sighed softly as though it were such a great trial put upon him to stop. Black eyes fluttered in a small roll before he smiled again, relief nearly stealing his strength to stand. He wasn't the sort of person to completely lose his composure, but he couldn't just...stand there. He had waited for this for longer than anyone had ever waited for anything, he imagined. At least anyone remotely mortal, at any rate. What was the proper protocol, under the circumstances? How should he react?

"Would it be permissible to embrace you?" he asked, voice straining more than he'd though. His eyes were tense at the corners, his restraint pressed to it's limits.

"Seiichi-sama! Seiichi-sama?"

He heard nothing, saw nothing but the boy before him. He really was a boy, too. They were ages apart before, but now? His nostrils flared, feet crunching in the gravel as he took another tentative step forward, clearly wanting to simply crash into the teen, crush him in a hug and generally behave very inappropriately. He was, as ever, holding himself back out of politeness as much as fear.