"Kazuki?" Yoshiro gazed at the man. He slid his sword back into its' sheath. He thought it was some threat----wait, Kazuki was from the South. He is a threat, but Yoshiro did not feel any need to protect himself. He and that man had gone through a lot together.
He tensed up. Earlier today, all he could think about was this man in front of him. It made sense: it had been a few months since they parted. They never talked or met up again after that. The man seemed to have appropriately moved on. But, of course, he did. He had a family of his own. Meanwhile, he was by himself and was still wanting a married man. Said man was just in front of him.
He cleared his throat and convinced himself to act normal. He thought of how he should do that. Be hostile? Be sweet? Be cold? He was confused and decided to just…be. Whatever becomes of him. He closed his eyes and looked at him, using only the corners of his eyes. "What are you doing here?"