Ciaran watched, eyes wide, as the image of Abraham flickered and faded in front of him. Unsure of how long he stood there, mouth agape and heart thundering in his own ears, the siren forgot that he was surrounded by people; Abraham had always had such an effect on him, to make the world disappear so that it was only the two of them. It was a sensation that Ciaran hadn't experienced for a very long time and assumed that he never would again.
The sound of Abraham's voice, loud yet somehow disjointed, caused Ciaran to suck in a sharp breath of surprise as the reality of the situation finally hit him. Abraham was here. He was really here. Not as a man but as something else, something changed. Still, it was him. "Oh god," Ciaran muttered, not entirely sure which of the cacophony of emotions rushing through him he ought to focus on. Naturally, it was surprise that was at the forefront, with an undercurrent of disbelief and relief in equal measure. There was anger too, locked away for so many years without an outlet, coupled with a large dose of sadness for what had become of his love. It was utterly overwhelming. "Oh my god."
Ciaran felt the lump rise in his throat, his airway shrinking as his eyes began to mist over. Everything he had wanted, everything he'd thought he had lost, was standing right there in front of him and he didn't know how to process it all. He didn't know what to do, what to say. Yet he had to speak, had to do something, lest they remain in a stalemate forevermore.
"You never said goodbye."
It came out as a croaked whisper, Ciaran's throat dry as the stunned tears finally fell from his eyes and trickled down his colourless cheeks. While he noticed the shift of Abraham's collar, he paid it no mind for now. He was still fighting to accept that the person he had thought was lost to him forever was standing right there in front of him, and that he had no idea what to do about it.