George had his face buried in the pillow when he felt the touch, and he whined, not daring to believe this was actually happening, that James had actually come back to him. It hadn't been all that long, but it felt like a century, and he just didn't know if he could handle opening his eyes to find that it was just a very clever dream.
"I miss you so," He whispered, sniffling as he felt tears stinging at the edge of his eyes.