There you are. I was looking all over for you, Master.

[And it's not the euphoria of the dream, not quite, but there's an excitement to it, something that could overwhelm him if he'd let it. It's pretty clear in the way his hand almost trembles, as he strips a glove from it, reaches up, again stopping just short of touching, this time Leo's hair.

He waits, poised there so close to that contact, to brushing the hair back from the boy's face.]

You know who you are, don't you?