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[notyourfred]

There's a soft glow from a lamp in the corner that he's left on for the cat, but it's enough to show an oddly tidy flat. Made bed. Sink with no dishes and corner with no laundry. Alex has been restless and lonely and productive.

He pulls Indigo through the door and locks it behind them before pulling him into a slow, gentle hug, reminding himself of the feel of him.

"I'm so glad you're home," he whispers. "I missed you so much."

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