About two weeks after Sam had moved in, they had their first movie night together. It had been Sam's idea, even texting Bill while Rhys was in the shower to talk about the idea
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It surprised Rhys, but pleased him to see Sam had taken the initiative on inviting Bill over for the evening. Rhys had been thinking about it for a bit, especially to introduce Sam to Bullwinkle, and the fact that Sam beat him to the punch was nothing but a good sign, the big hunter starting to feel more grounded again, more secure. Rhys had even done some extra baking, filled up the tupperware containers with goodies to last the night (and plenty to send home with Bill
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A reminder that he was welcome had helped, probably more than he'll willingly admit. Not that he didn't trust Rhys, but sometimes it's just good to know that you're still needed, and while the phone calls had helped, there was no substitute for the real thing, to be able to reach out and touch.
The back yard was coming along well, it was a project he and Sam had been working on for about a week now. Old growth had been cut back, hedges planted, an herb garden tilled and sprouting new seedlings. It was also a warm, quiet night, the perfect time to sit outside with someone special and just.. breathe. Bill cups his cheek for a moment, his gaze warm as he traces the side of his face reverently.
"Hey." And before he says anything else, a kiss is fairly overdue. Nothing too passionate, just a warm press of parted lips and maybe the faintest tease of tongue, all affection and warmth. "How're you holding up?" Caretaking was exhausting work, and if he didn't get enough rest, Bill would make sure he bullied Rhys into more solid sleep.
The manual work had been good for everyone, progress that they could actually see as the yard slowly took shape, the shed put up, things that needed painting, painted. Long, sunny afternoons cutting and clearing and climbing and hauling, the kind of work that left them exhausted but satisfied at the end of the day. He'd spent entirely too long huddled over his laptop, too, in those first few weeks, trying to figure out exactly what kind of plants would take in the tough Colorado climate, compared to the milder, wetter places he was used to living in. But it was rewarding work, making the new place even more like the home they all needed
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He sets his beer down on the flagstones of the patio, sliding both hands up Rhys's back as he simply sat and basked in the quiet. Tuck has been a caretaker himself, so he knows that sometimes quiet and calm are all you really need to decompress. A soft laugh at the answer, one he's not terribly surprised to hear.
"I meant you. How are you holding up?"
The next admission makes his throat tighten unexpectedly because he's missed him too, missed being able to hold him like this, to be the one to take care of Rhys when he needed it. "I know. I miss you too."
A long, deep breath, taking in the wonderfully spicy sweet smell of his hair. "Waiting is never fun. But he needs you right now and that's okay." Tuck steals another kiss. "I understand."
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The back yard was coming along well, it was a project he and Sam had been working on for about a week now. Old growth had been cut back, hedges planted, an herb garden tilled and sprouting new seedlings. It was also a warm, quiet night, the perfect time to sit outside with someone special and just.. breathe. Bill cups his cheek for a moment, his gaze warm as he traces the side of his face reverently.
"Hey." And before he says anything else, a kiss is fairly overdue. Nothing too passionate, just a warm press of parted lips and maybe the faintest tease of tongue, all affection and warmth. "How're you holding up?" Caretaking was exhausting work, and if he didn't get enough rest, Bill would make sure he bullied Rhys into more solid sleep.
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"I meant you. How are you holding up?"
The next admission makes his throat tighten unexpectedly because he's missed him too, missed being able to hold him like this, to be the one to take care of Rhys when he needed it. "I know. I miss you too."
A long, deep breath, taking in the wonderfully spicy sweet smell of his hair. "Waiting is never fun. But he needs you right now and that's okay." Tuck steals another kiss. "I understand."
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