It's been over a year since he held this boy in his arms and the obnoxious thing is how familiar it is despite everything. Jesper breathes him in, nuzzling his nose into his hair, long arms wrapped around him. It's as if every second between them is hitting him at once, not to mention everything new that was recently dreamed about, months of being a happily kept man.

It is only the knowledge of different timepoints that stops him from kissing him. And also a host of other reasons, none of which really matter when his heart beats like this.

Jesper smiles and pulls back, but his hands move from around Wylan to cup his face tenderly. "Merchling, you have no idea how glad I am to see you." Once upon a time, he told himself it would be wrong to wish anyone here against their will. Jesper's gotten past that. He is selfish after all. So he'll selfishly want it.

"Did you just get here? Are you alright?"