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[[OOC: Saturday night, after this.]]

It's nice to be home.

(And also it's nice not to have a tail any longer, but that's much less important.)

Still, there's one thing left before it's really home, and so Reg starts walking through the Threshold carefully, looking for someone with dark hair and golden eyes.

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Which he finds, in the Threshold's heart: The bed has been put away for the moment in favor of a wall of TV screens, the Endless chain-smoking and brooding quietly, laid out in a lounge before the spectacle.

Desire appears not to have noticed him, although there is a screen second row in to the lower right that seems to be following Regulus.

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For a minute or so he's entranced by the screens; he can't resist the urge to wave vaguely, and stares when the wall waves back.

Still, there are much more important things to do than stare at himself. Walking up behind the chaise, Regulus smiles faintly and wraps his arms around Desire's neck loosely.

"Hey."

[true_desire]

Desire glances up, and the screens all shut off at once: The Endless offers him a smile, and runs a hand absently over his. (And if that hand passes over Regulus' left, looking for the ring -- well, that's just for comfort. Regulus couldn't have come here otherwise, right?)

"Hey," he echoes -- and a moment later, Regulus finds himself dragged bodily onto the chaise and into Desire's lap, caught up in a fierce hug.

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Reg hugs just as tightly as he's being hugged, burying his face in Desire's shoulder, and takes a careful if shaky breath, sighing softly.

"Missed you."