The muscles in his thighs had started to cramp up, signaling a reminder to him that he was actually frozen in midair, as he sat there and just continued to stare at the woman from his past. He straightened himself back up, though it felt like he was moving in slow motion, and actually had to lean up against the table as he seriously felt like he was about to have a bloody heart attack, faint, or something along those lines from seeing what was surely a ghost.
He simply blinked at her, trying to figure out how this was possible. Obviously it hadn't been her body they had discovered all those years ago. And hell, he'd come back from the dead before, so it wasn't that it was exactly impossible...just highly improbable after so many years had passed.
Shaking himself out his reverie when she finally spoke his name - now it had to be her or else he was hallucinating - he took a couple of cautious steps toward her again. "Y-yes. And it's really you then?"
He'd left his drink on the table, even though he could really stand to down it all in one go at the moment, but finally took a rather long drag from his cigarette and noticed that his hands were actually shaking rather badly.