His steps had moved to a run without him knowing it as he rounded a corner and saw her doing the same ahead. His pulse slammed into high velocity and he leaped, clearing a small crowd of people, landing and running toward her.
The impact, when he met her, was hard, but it was her, and his arms instinctively went around her. He had lost her, and felt her die and he had mourned, and lost himself in it, then forced himself to move on, like she would have wanted, but always, always, there had been a Mara-shaped hole in his life. And now, here she was.
Suddenly, he didn't care how he was here, he didn't care why. She was here and in his arms, and he was now kissing her, and nothing else mattered. His love for her, his warmth and desire, filled the Force around them and he enfolded her in his arms, and in his presence in the Force, even larger and stronger than it had been when he had known her. And he finally, finally, felt at home.