Balthazar...
"Guy?" Balthazar stares in open shock, half rising from his seat at the massive desk. "Is… Is it really you?"
"How," he chokes out, shaking his head in sharp negation of the word, the question.
"Are you… Are you alright?" Stepping slowly around the desk, he licks dry lips, swallows hard past the lump of pain in his throat. The sweet being he thought was dead has reappeared and he’s not sure how the handle things from here.
"I don't know." he mutters, wringing the very color from his tie. It's the first time he's answered the question truthfully since his return. He rewards himself with two more cautious steps in the other's direction. "Are you alright?"












