[Of course things feel off. He could feel the undercurrent of Max's darkening emotions all day. Worry, hurt, exhaustion, maybe some anger. It made not rushing home so much harder but after his stupid mistake the other day which he hasn't stopped thinking about, he had spent the last couple days in his head. Last night it all became clear to him and he couldn't come home until it was done. He wanted it to be a surprise but the way Max is holding himself at a distance, the pain in those deep brown eyes tells him he played this all wrong.
He feels unsure for a moment, like he lost his footing and he hasn't felt that way around Max in a long time. It's all his fault and he hates it. It's different than the last time, when the magnitude of his feelings crashed into him like a freight train and he disappeared for a few days. There was none of that fire, that passionate anger burning in the man standing in the doorway. He looks sad, tired. Maybe because they are newly engaged, at the one yard line and he should be well past pulling this shit. ]
Of course I found my way home. I- [The look on Max's face and the distance between them feels more painful than any punch or beating he's had to endure. Suddenly the box feels pretty stupid in the face of the damage he caused but it's important to him. The need to touch Max right now is even more important though so he steps away from the entryway and crosses the room to closes the distance between them, reaching for his hand to pull him away from the doorway gently in case it's not welcome right now.]
I found the rest of my stuff. In a crappy apartment in town I officially no longer rent. [He watches Max's face, trying to gauge his reaction.] I have the last of the boxes in the truck and I turned in the keys.
ALL the love <33
He feels unsure for a moment, like he lost his footing and he hasn't felt that way around Max in a long time. It's all his fault and he hates it. It's different than the last time, when the magnitude of his feelings crashed into him like a freight train and he disappeared for a few days. There was none of that fire, that passionate anger burning in the man standing in the doorway. He looks sad, tired. Maybe because they are newly engaged, at the one yard line and he should be well past pulling this shit. ]
Of course I found my way home. I- [The look on Max's face and the distance between them feels more painful than any punch or beating he's had to endure. Suddenly the box feels pretty stupid in the face of the damage he caused but it's important to him. The need to touch Max right now is even more important though so he steps away from the entryway and crosses the room to closes the distance between them, reaching for his hand to pull him away from the doorway gently in case it's not welcome right now.]
I found the rest of my stuff. In a crappy apartment in town I officially no longer rent. [He watches Max's face, trying to gauge his reaction.] I have the last of the boxes in the truck and I turned in the keys.