For a moment, they stood there, frozen. Chest to chest. His right hand encircling her right wrist, his left hand gripping her jaw. Her body shook once of its own accord, the familiar feel and smell of him like coming home. But then she made the mistake of looking into his face, his eyes. His face was contorted in rage - brows set in a deep scowl, a sneer pasted across his lips. But his eyes... there was hardly anything there. The light of life shining through the (usually bright) grey irises was there, but no emotion, no recognition. Nothing. She made to yank her face away, not wanting him to see how much she was aching for him, how badly she was hurting for both of them. Instead of letting her go, his left hand slid down to her neck, his long, elegant fingers wrapping around her throat. The hand around her wrist pulsed once, hard, as he leaned in and whispered into her ear.