Yuma faced forward again, feeling his heart race at a blinding speed, nearly stopping as it continued to leap in his chest. His shoulders hitched as more tears fell from his eyes, but then he quickly stood up, turned around, and threw himself at the other, wrapping him up tightly in his arms. He tried not to openly sob against IV’s chest while he nuzzled into it, sniffling, feeling the warmth and scent he had been deprived from for a long while.
"Where have you been?" Yuma mumbled, voice muffled. His hands clutched the sweatshirt’s soft fabric. "I really missed you…"
"I got dragged off suddenly by V and Tron."
It had been a miserable trip, a sort of family "bonding" game that had ended with a lot of arguments and slammed doors and a few tensely shared meals. Thomas was glad to be back in Heartland, if only for the fact that he had important people there.
"Hey, don't wipe your snot on my sweatshirt, all right?" IV teased, running his hand through Yuma's hair while the other sniveled on him hopelessly.



















