Prefect eased back slightly, turning his head to take a second look at the man who'd shown up on his doorstep, just checking to make absolutely sure that The Pavi was definitely and without exception, still The Pavi. He let his hands trace down the other mans arms, not quite wanting to break the contact yet. If his mind had been a little more focused on anything other than his friends return, then he would have made a mental note of how little anxiety he felt at doing so. Or perhaps if he'd been more able to note it, then his anxiety would have been greater. For the time being though, he was almost entirely focused on Pavi, and any worry that came with touching him was lost in the exhilaration of his return.

"Is this-- is it a flood?"

There was a carefulness in his voice, like he was afraid that speaking too loud would break the magic of the situation. Like it didn't matter so much whether or not this was a flood or reality, as long as it didn't end. Not just yet.