Re: Log: Aubrey R/Dair D
[And in that moment, Aubrey isn't sure if he's ever seen a better sight than his partner standing there on the other side of the door in his t-shirt and jeans. He barely has time to register the grasp of Dair's hand on the collar of his shirt before he's being tugged into the apartment, and then he's reaching out to wrap his arms around the other man's shoulders.]
You're here. [The words are breathed out on a ragged gasp of breath as he leans in to press his face against the column of the other's neck.] You're actually here. Oh my god, Dair - I thought you were gone. [It's at this point that his voice catches in his throat, and he feels the heat of self-awareness pricking at his eyes as they well up and the wetness glistens and threatens to spill over. He loses himself in that embrace until they get to the point where he can slip the suit jacket off his shoulders, dropping it in an unceremonious puddle at his feet. That move, it means that he's slipping further into the apartment and revealing the shoulder holsters that carry two concealed pistols that lay against each side of his ribcage. The gesture is an unthinking one, because he has no concept of his partner not knowing about the plight of his dedication.]
Yes. Yes, I'm alright. Fuck, don't do that to me again, Dair.