The cold didn't bother Ciaran as he all but clung to Abraham, the sound of his name on the other man's lips causing a few stray tears to trickle from the corners of his eyes. He remained silent for a long while, his mind buzzing with a multitude of thoughts that he couldn't seem to control or cling to, each knocking into the next as they shifted and scattered. The only thing that kept him in the moment was the press of Abraham's body against his own, though Ciaran clung to him as though letting go might make him disappear again. Now that he had felt those arms around him, heard that voice in his ear, he couldn't bear the thought of letting it all go again.
Turning his head, Ciaran buried his face in the crook of Abraham's neck and breathed deeply. The familiar scent of his once (still?) lover had faded to nothingness, though memories allowed Ciaran to believe he could smell the faint lingering of the outdoors, of warm spice, of home. "I missed you," he whispered, voice cracking despite an effort to reel in his emotions. He had never been very good at that, especially not where Abraham was concerned. "I thought I'd never see you again. I--" Letting go of a heavy sigh, Ciaran fell silent before shifting as close as he possibly could, arms still coiled around the other man in a grip that he would be hard pressed to loosen any time soon.