Elliot mumbled nonsense in his ear, desperately needing to comfort his lover. “I can’t believe it,” Mick mumbled into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“It’s okay. You’re coming home now.”
Yeah. He was going home. 7: June
When Elliot exited the school doors, not even the pouring rain could get his spirits down. It had been the last stop on a day filled with activity, starting that morning with movers emptying his apartment and taking his stuff over to Mick’s place. Their place.
The things they didn’t want to keep had been collected by an LGBT charity organization, and then he’d had a cup of coffee at his local Starbucks while he waited for the cleaners to do their job. After a last glance, he’d handed over the key to his landlord and turned his back to the old place without regret.
It had just been a place he’d lived, nothing special about it. He wouldn’t miss it.
Not like he missed the cabin. Or maybe it was the quiet he missed the most?