[He looks up at the man, those green eyes flickering over the man, his expression quiet and neutral. While clearly the same man, there were some marked differences: he was paler, a little more gaunt, his hair now hanging loosely, giving him a more boyish look, like an unusually tall waif. But there's minor traces of a harder life, a brow having a small notch from a nearly invisible thin scar, and a flinty edge behind those eyes.

When 'return' came from the man's lips, the man seem to straighten up a little, again feeling that faint tinge of pain in his chest. Yes, this once was his home - before he made that choice, back when he still had strong, intense emotions. While in retrospect, it was an incredibly irrational decision, but some part of him still felt like it was the right one.

Slowly his eyes went to the bulge in the robe's pocket, then back up to James, brows raised in a knowing fashion]

So I have. I am not here to replace you or chase you out.