Two Years Later

“You promised,” David said. Louis rolled his eyes. He could hear David’s pout even over the phone.

“I can’t control the weather,” he said. He was currently sitting in the middle of Weldstone Harbor International Airport staring out at the freak storm as though he could glare it into submission.

After two more seasons of Night Mist, David was finally done. It was a bittersweet ending, but more sweet than bitter as far as Louis was concerned.

Louis had promised to come visit David after filming for his most recent movie ended. Louis was surprised to find that he was looking forward to visiting Midtown. David had agreed to move into Rosemarie's old house after the first three months when Louis threatened him with a spreadsheet of expenses and a reminder that he still hadn't finished the damn bookshelf.

“Well, now your surprise party is ruined,” David huffed.

Louis rolled his eyes.

“Getting Jennifer to agree to have dinner is hardly a surprise party,” Louis said.

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“What do you mean? Who told you?” David demanded.

“Who do you think told me?”

There was a muffled shout and then the sound of Jennifer’s unrepentant explanation.

“I’ll be there tomorrow, David,” Louis said, chuckling as David continued arguing half-heartedly with Jennifer.

“I want to see you now, though,” David whined. “It’s been three months! Three months. Three.”

Louis was well aware of it. Louis counted down the days until he saw David like a kid waiting for his birthday to arrive. But they had made it work. And now it was almost at an end.

If the damn hurricane warning would just go away.

“Maybe I should have come to Weldstone Harbor instead.”

“David, they wouldn’t have let the plane land, either,” he said.

David hummed in disagreement.

“Maybe, but I could have gotten to Nevada or something, then I could have driven there.”

“Driving in a hurricane is unwise,” Louis said slowly. Tempting, though. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” David said. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, David.”

Louis sat down on one of the benches, prepared to wait out the storm and be on the next flight to Midtown. His phone buzzed and a message from David popped up on the screen.

Louis grinned at the picture of David and Jennifer. David was beaming and pointing at a cake that said Welcome Home while Jennifer was in the middle of saying something to David. To his surprise, Nabila was in the background laughing at both of them.

Home.

He hadn’t thought of it as a home since Rosemarie’s death, but maybe, just maybe, it was getting there again.