The last time he had seen you was some time when his age was a single-digit number.

Of course, in such time the memories of how things were had faded, but he still knew one thing for certain.

You two were closer than anything, closer than two magnets, closer than... most things you could think of.

But times change, and now he was the Earl of Phantomhive, you'd probably forgotten him.

And... Here you were.

You'd grown up too, which he knew would happen, but always dismissed the idea of you growing up when it came to mind.

Because you always had to come to mind.

You were tall now, you were more matured now, and you were here.

You'd probably heard of his return and came rushing to the ball he would supposedly attend, that would make sense.

And he's stunned.

He's stunned because he doesn't know what to do.

He was all nonchalant and rude now, but he couldn't do that to you, no.

So he stares, stares for a moment and then ignores you, walking off to wherever in the crowd of the ball.

You'd have to approach him, that much was clear.