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The Long Hello

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The Long Hello

Something inside his chest eased when he heard the key in the lock. Every time he wondered if he’d come back, if he would make his way here before going back to his own place, his own public face.

He leaned back from the computer screen, rubbed his hands through his hair, and smiled in relief up at the ceiling. Familiar hands - short fingers loaded with freckles - covered his eyes, and a kiss was dropped on top of his head.

“Miss me?”

The kiss he got in return showed just how much, and so did the rest of the night.