[i]Ah, yes.. The one who was standing there, at precisely six feet and ten inches, was none other than Remy himself. He had the biggest smile on his face, for how could he not when he saw the one he loved and adored again after what had been months without end? He was wearing the same clothes as when he was shot: simple blue jeans with a white T-shirt on top, sword diagonally across his back, and sheathed in a leather holder that was held to Remy's back with a set of thin leather straps. [/i] "Love you too," [i]Was all be silently and lovingly whispered as he continued to hold his right hand out at the kneeling girl before him. [/i]