A straight line forward, only in the center you meet. He's been awaiting your presence for so long but what's stopping? His dignity? Or his role?

Lest, beit neither of those choices being correct. Although, he yearns for your gaze again. That everlasting gaze, only he could see.

Perpendicularly, you go forward, but meet in the center. Bumping into each other; he helps you out, much to his dismay, his heart yearns more of that gaze.

“Are you alright?” He asked, carefully.