He has felt it since the day you set foot in the Temple. Something hooking you to him, the force. Dragging him to you with strength he'd never known. He knew it was bad when he started following you around. He couldn't stand being away from you.

That was until you caught him following. His pupils dilated, like a lovesick puppy. He understood now what had rooted into him when he first saw you. Love. Yearning. Permission. for something he's wanted his whole life, someone to need him back.