(It’s unbeta’d so who knows how terrible it is ? Please let me know if you spot some atrocious misspelling or grammatical mistakes ;-).
And it’s fiction. Or at least, I have nothing to prove otherwise, so let’s say it’s fiction for now).
10.27.2018 - early evening
They don’t meet in public places anymore. If Toronto has taught them anything is that they’re unable to hug and make it look casual. Even if they’ve been appart for three ridiculous days. Everything screams “love” every time they touch each other or look at each other or talk about each other. Back in Canada, there were delayed flights and crazy schedules so they had to improvise a little bit, even if they shouldn’t have.
Now when they meet, they do it privately first. No one to witness, no phone to report, no need to hold back.
He simply falls into his welcoming arms without thinking and feels completely at ease for the first time since - he doesn’t even know how long.
« Long day ? »
« Man, you have no idea. »
He inhales deeply, high on a perfume that smells like home.
« This movie… People are so openly sharing their stories with us and I’m very grateful and moved and humbled and all of that but sometimes it’s just… a lot. And - I don’t know. I’m only 22 you know ? And god - I feel like I’ve been working non-stop for weeks. »
The only answer he gets is the only one he needed : an embrace getting a little bit tighter.
