He did the same thing she did, just taking her in for a moment. It might have only been a week for her, but he felt every day of those three years of separation now, looking at her. Even if she did look just the same as she did in his memories of her. Just as good. He had to wonder, in part, what she thought about him, now. He was three years older now, after all. Did she think that was odd?
Realising she wasn't going to be the one to do it, he moved closer, stopping in front of her. Reaching out, he took the coat she'd draped over her arm, setting it aside. "I don't remember, but I'm sure I missed you," he met her gaze as he spoke.