whittaker mustered a small smile as he gladly welcomed elliot’s embrace. ❛ and you haven’t either, ❜ he retorted. he silently welcomed the warmth and familiarity of his apartment after several days of traveling; he shrugged his peacoat from his shoulders and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. ❛ i am surprised that you’re more interested in how i got here rather than the fact i am here, ❜ he teased. he rolled his shoulders as a casual stretch. ❛ i took an early flight for most of the way, then a night train, then the subway. ❜ it was safe to say that it had been a long couple of days.
his gaze was warm as he turned to face him ( a bit of a rarity ). ❛ did you forget ? you said you’d be coming back around this time. i wanted to see if you’d keep your promise. ❜ he didn’t come because he was anxious to see him again, obviously.
———IT MATTERED LITTLE TO HIM HOW THE MAN ARRIVED. seeing the countless times his friend and companion had waltzed in as bare bones, he knew just how to appreciate his current presence. small miracles reminded him ; he cleared the way for the other to come in, steaming kettle signalling his own end of the promise. like he’d ever forget company?
❝ the u-bahn isn’t what it used to be, but its certainly better than the tube most days. ❞ pouring a cup of tea, the man offered a mug on the off chance whittaker would take it. some of their kind went without eating, but elliot often found it kept his sanity to appreciate a good beverage and meal.
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