"Here, with you?" Charles asked. He kept his distance, able to tell that this is what the other man preferred. He watched him carefully, each blink - each word rolling off his tongue. Charles couldn't believe that he had felt him. He wondered if that was the right way to say it. It had to be. He couldn't find another way to say it.
He took two steps in, just a little closer. He didn't want to upset anyone. "I could feel you. It was like you were calling me here." Without words, of course. And naturally, the man hadn't called him.