He almost couldn't keep himself together.
Jet black hair with streaks of grey caused not by old age but by stress, aquamarine eyes like the bright blue ocean glistening green in the sun, and a neatly trimmed beard that outlined his jaw. Skin the color of hazel, the strong and tall build of a warrior, and the gait of a leader.
These were all phrases that could be used to describe the man standing before Gio.
He looked down at the child in front of him with some surprise in his eyes that he couldn't hide.
"Oh, you've come? I thought they would alert me to your arrival so I could greet you at the door, but it's good that you've found your way here."
He spoke with a calm smile and an unchanging expression, but Gio could see today what he could not before.
In his eyes, there was an unmistakable swirl of emotions that he tried his best to contain.