For once, he wasn't paying too much attention around the front of the cafe when he stepped out into the street, so the sound of that little voice made him jump and gasp so fast it sounded more like a wheeze as he turned and looked around. And when the sight of the little boy coalesced into realization, he couldn't contain the small bit of flapping his hands did before settling over his now widely-grinning mouth.

"Wolfwood!" At least when the tears came, they were relieved, even happy. He immediately dropped down into a crouch, barely even bothering to step out of the way of the door to do so. No, the only important thing right now was the fact that he was here, he was ok, and he looked actually a bit less haggard than he had the last time he'd seen him.

He was shocked enough by the sight of him - and the small slap of deja vu it gave him to see that familiar, forced-casual slouch he had adopted while he stood and waited - that he didn't even realize he'd used the name he hadn't technically been given when they'd exchanged pleasantries before.

"Oh geez, you're ok! I was starting to get so worried!" He gave a bright, joyful sound as he wiped at his eyes, a choked little combination of a laugh and a sob. "Ugh, sorry, sorry! I'm just so happy to know you're alright. What happened? Where did you even get off to?"