[he simply needed rest. And a good meal. And a loving home. None of which he would have thought could be his so soon let alone at all and yet here he stood in the doorway of a home all his own, led by a man he loved dearly. He couldn't help the wary smile.]
Thank you, Moca.
[He dares enough to curl his fingers in Eugene's and press a kiss to the back of his hand before stepping inside, slowly stripping out of his leathers at a stand he is pleased to see remains. When he is down to leather trousers and a loosely woven cotton shirt he wanders in deeper, finding his favorite sofa to curl upon in fond memory.]
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Thank you, Moca.
[He dares enough to curl his fingers in Eugene's and press a kiss to the back of his hand before stepping inside, slowly stripping out of his leathers at a stand he is pleased to see remains. When he is down to leather trousers and a loosely woven cotton shirt he wanders in deeper, finding his favorite sofa to curl upon in fond memory.]