Lulu smiled a little when Skwisgaar looked at him. It was odd, seeing the Swede so young. He couldn't help it, reaching out to cup his cheeks, thumb trailing up the impossibly high cheekbones. There was pride and fire, but it wasn't tempered yet with the experiences Lulu knew Skwisgaar had had.
It didn't really matter, though. Lulu had meant what he'd said - Skwisgaar had won him over so utterly and completely that it didn't matter that this younger version wasn't exactly the same. He was similar enough where kissing him didn't feel empty or hollow. It gave him the same warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.