Dejar wasn't about to let his mate be alone for any longer. As soon as he arrived and sat down, Dejar appeared from the shadows, and made a beeline toward him, slowing to a walk once he was in plain sight. He'd missed him SO much, and just now, he wasn't entirely sure if Malkov felt the same.
The Dejar that appeared in Malkov's sight was definitely different. His long hair was gone, replaced by a short cut and a rat-tail. His skin was much paler, and his eyes sunken, telling to sleepless nights. But as he saw his mate sitting there, a brightness bloomed.
"I was about to think you weren't going to come." The same midnight, smooth-as-silk voice.
"I've missed you more than you'll ever know. I've got a bit of a surprise for you, too."He smiled, and reached out to first try and pull Malkov to his feet, then pull him into a tight hug, digging his fingers into his hair, and inhaling his scent.
"But first... just... let me hold you."