"Hm…"
In comparison to the fervent embers of excitement and disbelief, the young master's expression is too nonchalant.
There is no joy at being recognized by the butler nor sadness or fury from the fact his life was replaced by someone other than himself.
A substitute whose only similarity is their outward appearance which tricked others into believing his fake identity as the owner of the mansion. While he, the true young master was forced to live as a maid for so many years.
Hazel irises reflected the image of the squirming butler willing his body to arrive faster towards the young master's side. Extreme fluctuation of emotions caused the man's inability to control body movements.
All that is left in his mind is the single thought of reaching towards the center, reaching that figure up front. Even if it means crawling onward like a dog.
"... …"
