He looked so much more at ease. That was Caleb's first thought when he spotted Essek. So much more comfortable in his own skin. It made him even more handsome than Caleb had remembered and his memory was rather good.

"You know my tendency towards chaos and making trouble." Caleb reached for his hands and held them in his own squeezing them. "I have missed you, mein Sternenlicht."

If Essek was going to call him some sweet nickname in his native tongue then Caleb would do the same in return. His starlight. His night sky. Maybe it was presumptuous to think so possessively but it was how he thought of him.