[He pauses mid-stride at the sound of his soft-murmured name, something so fluid and intimate that for a moment it catches him off-guard and as he begins to turn he just has time to discern who he's seeing, the colours and shapes of him insinuating themselves into his consciousness. Recognition comes over him just as Asra moves to wrap his arms around him, body-close and fingers curled into cloth, face buried against his chest and all of this, it isn't something he can make any sense of.
From Asra of all people, it's not the kind of welcome he could have predicted.
For a moment he stands there awkwardly with arms hanging loose at his sides, before finally he moves to wrap long fingers around the other man's upper arms in what passes for an awkward embrace.]
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From Asra of all people, it's not the kind of welcome he could have predicted.
For a moment he stands there awkwardly with arms hanging loose at his sides, before finally he moves to wrap long fingers around the other man's upper arms in what passes for an awkward embrace.]
Asra? Well, um. This is a surprise.
[Faintly, he feels the heat rise in his cheeks.]