[Holy shit, he actually did it. It's not some woman who happens to look like him, or some random asian man in Italy with the same hair cut— it's actually him! Of course he'd been determined to do it, but now that he's actually done it, he's astonished. His chest swells with emotion, and there are thousands of words at the tip of his tongue that he's been wanting to say all this time. Questions, comments, admissions—

It's all cut short by a familiar wave of irritation. He grips that wrist tighter, raising his arm in a quick gesture as he leans down to yell.]

That's all you have to say for yourself?! Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to find you, you son of a bitch?! [Agh, no, he lowers their arms but doesn't dare let go, eyes scanning D up and down as if that might help him find the answer to what he's really thinking right now.] No, don't answer that. Of course you know! You've been leading me on a wild goose chase this whole time! You don't even give a damn, do you?

[It's familiar and honestly a little therapeutic to yell all of this, but after everything that's happened, it's different, too. His accusing statements are more questioning, demanding answers from D even in what he doesn't flat out ask. He stares at him for another few solid seconds, his frown deepening.]