Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-07-02 09:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex, leon orcot |
Who: Leon and Alex
What: Alex is moving in
Where: Their apartment
When: Yesterday
Ratings/Warnings: I assume low other than language. Will update if necessary
Status: In progress
It had been two weeks since Leon had woken up shot, and as far as he was concerned, his recovery was taking way too long. As far as the doctors were concerned, he was right on course - in fact, he was healing quickly. But he still hadn’t been cleared to go active duty. He’d only just managed to convince the captain to let him back on desk duty on Monday, which was probably better than nothing. Lying on his ass all day was driving him insane.
Helping Alex move probably wasn’t the best idea. His wounds had closed at least, leaving angry red scars in their place, but his muscles still screamed whenever he tried to push them, and his stomach still wasn’t entirely pleased with the food Leon snuck when Alex wasn’t looking. Still, it wasn’t like Alex had a whole lot of stuff, and Leon had, reluctantly, agreed to carry only the light stuff. It was actually kind of frustrating to see his little brother carrying boxes heavier than what Leon himself was allowed to carry.
He placed the last box from the car on the counter, and looked around. To think that less than a year ago, he’d been living, by himself, in an apartment where his bedroom, kitchen, and living room were all the same tiny room. Now he had his little brother, and his boyfriend living with him, in a relatively spacious two-bedroom apartment with a balcony. It didn’t look particularly spacious now, with unopened boxes lying all around the living room, but the idea of fitting three people into his own apartment would have been almost unheard of.
“Welcome home,” he said, grinning a little, slinging an arm around Alex’s shoulders and planting a kiss on his cheek.