*knock, knock* (Weeks? Centuries)
(Centuries later - a not dead reunion):
Armand wasn't expecting any visitors, bit unexpected guests were de rigour at Trinity Gate. Opening the door, it took all his poise not to slam the door closed again. Rational mind over taking his emotional reaction he instead reached out at first to grab this spectre inside. Hands curling halfway into a gentle caress of wonder to stroke at a face he knew very well, from centuries past. "Nicolas! You better have a damn good reason for not being dead and arriving on my doorstep now." Now as in not all that time ago.