Hello again, you

It's that strange, beautiful type of complete darkness. The remains of the sun have long since sunk beneath the mountains, he'll be back again in not so many hours but for now the sky is dark and still.
The moon is gone and the stars dance above me, not hidden by their cloud blanket tonight. Despite this, it's still warm enough to sit outside and stare.

"Hello, Remie" A voice cuts through the darkness behind me, my heart leaps at the use of that name.
I turn to face him and smile in spite of myself. "Hello again, you," I reply, not really surprised to see him standing there.
"Long time no see" he jokes, moving one step closer hesitantly. One step. I'm the closest I've been to him in a decade. I move one step forward.
"Too long" I breath. One step. And we are touching.
My fingers run through his hair. His caress the scar on my cheek.
"I'm sorry" he starts to cry, "I couldn't stay away."
A sudden realisations of what I am doing comes flooding over me. "You shouldn't have come" I stammer, "you shouldn't be here."
"There's a lot I shouldn't have done" he tells me, "but can I at least explain?"
I nod, then lead him into the house. His hand is still in mine, a welcome feeling despite everything.

Inside, he makes himself at home almost immediately. It's almost like a dream, him curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a smile on his face meant only for me, almost like this is our every night. But, in the warm light of the remaining lightbulb, I can see how our time apart has changed him.
"You need a haircut" is the first thing I can think of to say to him as I sit down next to him.
"I haven't cut my hair since I last saw you" he tells me.
"Didn't they shave your head?" I ask, leaning in close to him again.
"Apart from then" he whispers, his breath warm and welcome against my ear.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him.
"Okay."
"What happened?To you? To Bella? To everyone?"
He sighs deeply as he moves away from me and stares at his hands, "I'm sorry, I really am." He says, "It's all my fault, we put our trust in the wrong person and we all paid the price." 
"How was that your fault?" I ask him, moving closer again. 
"They all blamed me." 
"I never blamed you" 
"I'd have thought you'd be the first, thought you'd hate me." 
"As if I could ever hate you." I turn his head so he looks me in the eye.