From his perch on Will's shoulder, Devon peered into the crowd, squinting just a bit until he spotted the familiar face. "There he is!" He exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward the other man. "Daddy, over here!!!"
Sure enough, the demon had arrived after what most would consider a flight from hell. He had had not one, but two layovers. And for the first time in his life, he had had to fly coach, and not just coach, but coach on an economy airline. It was... ridiculous. He had been on three different plans, stuck in an aisle seat all three times, sat next to some ridiculous person who was either grotesquely overweight, lathered in cheap perfume, or intent upon telling him their entire life story during the duration of the flight. Never again would he book such a last minute holiday flight.
Weaving through the crowd, the demon looked impossibly agitated and exhausted, at least until he made his way over to his two boys. A smile was nearly instantaneous. "There you both are." In their current positions, it was easy to slip an arm around them both, one wrapping around Devon who hugged him in return as the other snaked around his husband's waist to give him a slight squeeze.
"I missed you, daddy." The words were like music to his ears, and he smiled as Devon climbed off of Will's hip and over onto his, with a bit of help from his father of course.
"Did you?" James asked with a grin. "I'm glad. I missed you too." And then he set his gaze on Will. "And what about my other man, did he miss me as well?" Fishing? But of course. He was James fucking McCafferty-Grey and he liked his ego stroked.