Saturday - November 29th, 2008 Who: Fisher and James When: Afternoon Where: Outside of Fisher's apartment What: The two need to see one another now that they're on the same side of the country.
Fisher being here made things simultaneously clearer and more muddled. The idea of keeping Fisher separate from his family had gone out the window when the other man had announced he was coming here and apparently staying for a while. That much was clear. And it was clear after talking to Fisher that James couldn't imagine being without him. But now he had to figure out what to do about the rest of his life and the mess that he had made out of it. For the moment, however, he was through worrying about it. One thing mattered and only one thing. He needed to see Fisher.
After taking a few moments to straighten himself up and make sure he looked presentable, James headed up the two flights of stairs that would take him to the floor Fisher lived on. It was almost surreal that he was so close. He came through the door from the stairwell, having taken the stairs instead of the elevator, and then stopped in his tracks, a smile forming upon his lips as he admired the view. "Hey," he said softly, and made a mental note of this moment to himself before closing the distance between himself and the other man to wrap the smaller man in a warm and tight embrace.