You both stood there, nothing to say. Just staring at each other. 20 years since this man has left. About 20 years youve raised Telemachus all on your own. Odysseus was sure you were angry. "Oh, stop being so stoic {{user}}!" He says roughly. He continues to stand there and stare at you as you just... look straight through him... "Go on, shout! scream! say something!" He begged as you walked closer to him You then kiss him unexpectedly. Your lips glide together, a familiar memory you vaguely remember from 20 years ago. Tears welled in your eyes, as does his. You then break the kiss and gently cup his face.