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Though his shoulders never lost their tension until he felt her in his hold.

Taking his headphones off, barely having time to put them on the drawer before she was already falling into him. Hands wrapped around his neck, her face pressed into the side of his skin. Leaving little kisses beneath his ear and on his jaw as they let themselves unravel in the moment.

His arms tight around her waist, picking her up and moving the two of them over to the sofa as one. His back abandoned at the door.

Falling into the cushion, he sighed into her neck. Breathing her in, reminding himself of what he could never forget but what still felt so far away until it wasn't. Neither urging the other to anything else other than existing, breathing and holding the other with their eyes shut and their hearts beating in synchronization.

Coming back home from tour was always a revelation as big as an exhaustion too. His body visibly relaxing for the first time in months, no other thought but memorizing her occupying his mind.

The hours passed like this. Even when they stood up they never stayed far from each other. His arm around her as they watched a film. Her back pressed against him as they made dinner for the night. Something simple that didn't need a lot of preparation.

It was only when they got ready for bed and he stood next to her, watching her figure through the bathroom mirror, that he remembered what was still waiting in his suitcase.

"Wait here a minute," Josh instructed her. Disappearing out into the living room where his back still laid. Digging through his messily thrown in clothes for the little package he tried protecting underneath it all.

Lingering for a second when he found it, watching the package and looking through it with his memories like an x-ray. Turning around, she was already watching him. Leaning against the doorframe, her eyes slipping down to the neatly wrapped gift but not urging him to tell her what was inside of it.

Walking over, he leaned next to her. Handing it over, fingers slightly shaking from anxiety. He watched closely as she opened it. Every little, delicate move of her fingers as she undoes the ribbon or opens the box. Her eyes widening in adoration when the light reflected against the shimmering gold.

"Found it in a vintage store in Prague and thought of, how you said you always wanted one of those. It even matches a bit with the bracelet I got you last year," he pointed out.

The heart-shaped locket dangled in between her fingers as she held it up. Opening it, inspecting the inside of the metal based jewelry.