Harry wasn't much better as he stared back at the man across the room. He knew from photographs they looked similar, but it was surreal all the same. There was a long pause as he studied him. He was here. Real. Not a ghost. Not an image. Real. And as young as the day he'd died.
"Yeah." He muttered and forced a small smile, the crack of one upward, green eyes studying the man closely. He wanted to come closer. Could he hug him? That might scare the man away. He didn't want to care him.
"I...um, I'm sorry that I surprised you- I just.." He took a step forward, suddenly realizing that this man might not know why his presence was so shocking for Harry. And Harry, for all he'd been through, had no idea how to approach it. "It's...been a long time since I've seen you, that's all. So, you're here? I mean, are you living here?"