Despite knowing the door was inevitably going to sound at some point, the sound made Caleb jump. He wasn't far enough from the trauma of life in general to not still be very skittish about everything, sudden noises certainly being one of them. Still, he allowed himself a few more seconds for some composure, running his hands over his face and wishing for the hundredth time in a few days that he had Frumpkin here.
He kind of knew what to expect when he opened the door. He remembered Molly, of course he did. And he had had vicious reminders of him enough times over the last few months that his general visage wasn't unfamiliar, but it was still a shock to see him there in the flesh, brilliant and beautiful and yes, it felt right. This was his Molly, the Molly who had dazzled him and had worn away at the shell Caleb had put around himself. He tried to speak, but the tightness in his chest stopped him for a second. He tried again.
"Hello, Mollymauk. It is so good to see you again."
Caleb could feel the colour in his cheeks already, reaching out to touch Molly's arm, to beckon him silently forward into his new home. And just as Caleb had suspected, he looked wonderful standing right there with the purple décor.
There was a temptation to say everything, to tell Molly how Caleb had had him back so briefly, he had had him and he had been taken again and Caleb had never felt a happiness comparable to this feeling right now.
"You look good- well, you look well. And good. Sheiße, sorry. I cannot tell you what it means to me to see you standing right here. With everything-" Caleb fluttered his fingers around, gesturing to everything that made Molly Molly, the things that Kingsley had been so dismissive of.
Caleb was awkward. He had always been so awkward, he was terrible at managing his feelings, which was why they were always safer tucked away or locked up. He was in no position right now to unpack the 'everything else' that had been lingering between them, he was just so incredibly happy.
Lifting his hand from Molly's arm he touched his fingers to the other man's cheek, then cupped his face gently, his eyes still wandering over living, breathing Molly. It was nothing, then, to take a step forward and slide the other hand around Molly's waist, leaning into him for a hug.
Now there was the problem that Caleb might not want to let go. He and Molly hadn't hugged nearly enough when they had first known each other, they hadn't done this and this second chance meant that Molly was just going to have to deal with the fact that Caleb had denied himself enough physical affection, and now he was making up for all that lost time.