I haven't really got a clue how to answer that question. It's not like I don't know what happened, in both senses of the word -- his being here at all, and what I can only imagine he's just come from. The clothing alone isn't something I can put much stock in when that would be easy enough to replicate, some way of catching me off guard, making me trust him when I shouldn't, but it's still something to go off.

It just isn't that simple, any of it. Seeing him, it leaves me practically speechless. Instead of answering, I just look at him for another few seconds, mouth hanging open, before I say, "You're here."