[ andyr's settled on adam's bed, in a pair of pajama pants and a loose shirt, when he gets out of the shower, legs folded and hands laid in his lap, eyes staring at the lines in his palms distantly, until the door cracks open and adam walks in.
for a still moment, he's watching him, something scared and yearning and eager in his eyes, before he pushes up from the mattress, and crosses over to his lover. before anything else is said, or the subject at hand is brought up, it's important to andyr that adam knows he has his love and his trust, pulling the boy into his arms, against his chest, and kissing him softly for a passing moment or so. ]
Hey. Welcome home.
[ because it is home, and when adam's gone from it, that's a part of andyr's home that's missing. having him here makes it feel whole again. ]
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for a still moment, he's watching him, something scared and yearning and eager in his eyes, before he pushes up from the mattress, and crosses over to his lover. before anything else is said, or the subject at hand is brought up, it's important to andyr that adam knows he has his love and his trust, pulling the boy into his arms, against his chest, and kissing him softly for a passing moment or so. ]
Hey. Welcome home.
[ because it is home, and when adam's gone from it, that's a part of andyr's home that's missing. having him here makes it feel whole again. ]