Rich tries to be inconspicuous as he watches Harry, but nearly misses the glass heâs trying to pour iced coffee into and curses under his breath. Itâs almost a relief to see Harry here, in his apartment, where it feels like heâs supposed to be. Thatâs grossly cheesy to think, but itâs true. Even when he first met Harry, when they first started really seeing each other here, he felt like the perfect fit in this space. It was like he was the one thing that was missing from Richâs life and now heâs here. It almost doesnât feel real. Rich finishes making his coffee and makes his way to the couch, flopping down next to Harry and stretching out. The kiss catches him off guard, but he accepts it nonetheless with a smile. But then the mood turns serious again and Rich sighs, closing his eyes as Harry keeps him held in place, forehead to forehead.
âItâs really okay, Haz,â Rich reassures him, letting out another soft sigh, âI believe you and I donât want to get all hung up on the sorries. Letâs just⌠keep moving forward, okay? Shit happens. We can sit here and think about the shouldâve, couldâve, wouldâve but why does it matter? Youâre here now and thatâs⌠pretty much all I ever wanted soâŚâ He bumps his nose against Harryâs, a little half smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. âI love you, even if youâre kind of a moron sometimes, and I guess youâre allowed to be a little stupid every once in a while. Keeps things interesting.â Then, when Harry offers the date, Rich pauses, pulls back just a hair to look at him with a single raised brow. âWhat, like, now? I mean, I guess I donât care when it is. Yeah, we can go.â
The exhaustion from the trip is weighing heavily on Rich though and he hopes Harry will at least let him take a nap or something before they go gallivanting around town. He likes the whole âstarting overâ idea, and they could really stand to get to know each other again after these months apart, but he wonât be able to focus if heâs too tired. Rich reaches for his coffee, chugs most of it down and sets it back on the table, before leaning in to kiss Harry for a long moment. He wraps his arms around Harry instinctively, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss for a moment before pulling away. âBefore we go though, I need⌠a nap and maybe a shower. You wanna join me orâŚ?âÂ
harry can tell from the way he sees a bit of panic flash through richâs eyes at the mention of a date. he muses, torturing him for just a bit before shaking his head with a laugh as he puts his arms around richâs neck. ârelax darling, i didnât mean right this moment, i know youâre tired,â he hums, pressing his lips all over richâs face until finding his lips. âi just meant that... one day, you know, i will be taking you on a date. all kinds of dates. but when you have more energy,â he rubs his hand over richâs back before smirking. âi wonât however say no to a shower...â
and with that he stands up, offering his hand for rich to then pull him off the couch, twirling him around as he does as if they are suddenly dancing in the livingroom. itâs silly things like that, that makes him know heâs finally home and that what he has with rich is something real. something to be careful with and cherish and that he knows he wonât ever want to lose again. as he follows rich to the bathroom he knows that he is going to really make sure that this time? he wonât lose what heâs having.
âlast one in doesnât get a towel after,â he teases before pushing past rich, taking his shirt off and dropping it to the floor as he goes, making a run towards the bathroom.