Sambucky Week 2019, Day 2, Military | Domesticity | Body Horror.
“Headed home?”
Flicking his eyes over and up, Sam let his slips spread into a small, warm sheepish smile as he gave a nod to the older gentlemen seated next to him, “Yeah, yeah I am.”
“How long you you been back, son?”
Swallowing, Sam’s eyes snapped back down to his leg; he couldn’t help but marvel at the jeans stretched across his thigh, it was so jarring from not having to be wearing his uniform. “Just, uh, just a few hours actually.”
“Excited to be headin’ back to the family?”
Glancing down at gold ring, he couldn’t help as his lips stretched into a wide, happy grin as he thought of his husband, probably snuggled down in their bed, with his glasses riding low as he tipped sideways as he finally succumbed to the exhaustion. He takes a moment, thinks about how much he’s missed his husband, missed their two cats and their rowdy neighbours, and answers, “Yeah, yeah I’m really excited. We’ve, we’ve been apart for nearly a year now.”
