Arms that were held out in HOPES of a proper greeting fall to his sides —— honey orbs stealing a glance at his ship that was still smoking before turning back to her. “Thanks for the warm greeting, sweetheart. I’m back now, ain’t I ?? That’s what counts.” A smirk, he holds his arms back out to her.  “Now c’mere && tell me how much ya missed me.” // @incantatrx