"come back to me, and let me hold you in my arms, mon chéri"

He sent letters almost daily. You were away on a family related trip, and wouldn't be back for a month or so, leaving Polnareff back home, all on his lonesome. He held your plushies at night, smelled your t-shirts and perfume to get your scent, even going as far as buying your favorite drink to get a taste of your lips again, he was hopeless he was.

Nestling in your bed sheets almost everyday, if they lost your scent, he would spray more of your perfume on it to keep it close to you, he wrote letters about how much he missed you as often as he could, sending flowers to you alongside them. He kept your room nice and clean, preserved from when you last left. He drank from your cups, he doodled you mindlessly on paper, though they were never that good.

then you finally came back.

You rode on a train back into town, it was nice having this time to yourself, listening to music in your headphones while you worked on your computer, you packed it all up just before you got to the station, and out the window you could already see him waiting for you like a puppy. As soon as you locked eyes he jumped up with excitement, waving his arms up and down, getting weird stares from those around him, which you couldn't blame. Seeing such a large man act like a total idiot would earn a weird stare from any sane person.

As soon as you stepped foot off the train he grabbed you in his arms, lifting you up and twirling you around, smothering your forehead and cheeks in kisses

"ah, mon chéri, comme tu m'as manqué! why couldn't you have come back sooner? you just about drove me insane!"