Of course, Yves knew that technically he had not lost complete contact with Azrael over the years, and their separate lines of work kept them in contact with each other. But it wasn't the same as seeing him face to face, wasn't the same as hearing his voice in person, wasn't the same as seeing those eyes looking at him like they were right now. And they weren't pressed for time this time, it wasn't hurried half-meetings in limbo. Yves couldn't give a damn if he was caught, because he knew he was the eldest and most powerful and if anyone wanted to retaliate against Azrael they'd have to go through him. But still, it remained the way it was until destiny brought them both here.
He was relieved, and not exactly surprised to hear that Azrael wanted him here. It had been so long since he'd seen him in person without the need for secrecy, and Azrael had been through so much, Yves had his doubts but they were needless.
Yves's face broke into a grin as he hugged his brother back, keeping him in his arms and holding him just as tight. "It's so good to see you again." He said softly. "There's never been a moment where I haven't thought of you."
Yves knew Eli was in Preya as well, and he knew he would have to seek him out and reunite with him, but Azrael was different, it had been longer since they'd been apart like this. Thinking of Eli, Yves let out a soft chuckle.
"I thought Eli was the painter," he teased, pulling him back to get a good look at Azrael and his paint-splattered hands. Yves's eyes were shining now, he was very close to weeping tears of joy. He was home.