"Holy fuck," Eliot whispered, wondering if all the booze and drugs had finally made him hallucinate or if this was actually real. Unable to resist, he closed the distance between them and pulled Sean into his arms, letting out a content sigh as he did. This felt right. And real. And he didn't want to question it.
Still, with Pamela's vision, he knew that he needed to be cautious, so after a few moments, he stepped back, though he stayed within arm's reach. "I don't know how this is possible, but I've never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth." Seeing Sean again was the best gift he'd gotten in a very long time.