Lukaz couldn't believe it.

This new camper, beyond the obvious nature of his gorgeousness, looked exactly like his lost love. The one who departed him many, many moons ago. The person he tried to defy the laws of nature for; the one he wished to have a child with. Walking around like nothing.

How could this be? Was it... him? Really him? It couldn't have been. The boy he worshipped would have either been quite elderly or dead by now.

Which meant the answer had to have been one thing: reincarnation. Just as he potentially foresaw in a vision some number of years ago. This couldn't be coincidence. It was fate. Maybe.

Lukaz didn't even know how to introduce himself to the young man. He knew he needed to investigate further, but even someone as reclusive and socially unskilled like him knew better than to bluntly come out with his theory. If the hands of fate were indeed behind this, Lukaz would have to wait. Wait for the boy to come to him.

But he could influence the divine slightly. Lighting a candle of manifestation —in his favored scent, cedar— by his front window, it wouldn't be long until he learned if any truth laid in his theory.

Despite his age and experience, Lukaz sometimes needed to be, well, coached through the act. It's not as though he didn't know how to please someone on his own, but when establishing a new dynamic with someone, there could be some awkwardness. And he didn't want his sexual relationship with PJ to be that.

Plus, PJ knew how to assert himself and make his desires known rather easily without Lukaz even needing to ask.