Absolutely. In centuries, Seimei had never found an island to stand upon. He had never recovered his place in the world and wasn't even sure it existed. He stayed there based on little more than a dream and faith, where before there had never been any.

When the boy crushed against him the onmyoji closed arms around him, the thick robes of his station not unlike those of his past life. He did not like modern materials, but his position didn't exactly acquired him any measure of wealth, and he needed to avoid suspicions. He was rich beyond imagining, forced to live like a peasant for the sake of staying close to his home. The fabric scratched, but he didn't care. He weathered the smallest and greatest of trials just to have this moment.

His breath came out in a rush, held for how long he couldn't say and his nose buried in the beautiful hair next to the beautiful ear where he spoke, heedless of their impropriety.

"I wasn't sure you were real," he admitted, half-ashamed. "I wasn't sure anything was real anymore. I thought I was alone before but nothing compares to how alone you become once you've truly experienced having someone so important in your life. I couldn't even be happy to see Hiromasa again...Kaoru-sa--Kaoru...Kaoru I've waited for you for so long. Oh...how I've missed you."