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[notonemoment]

dated April 24, 2017

Steve is feeling loose and happy, happier than he has in a long, long time. He's got music playing, as he sorts through some of the books he's going to be putting out in the living room versus in the bedroom or, maybe, even in the bathroom. It's old stuff — older even for Darrow's standards, if not his own — with a jazzy, folksy feel that he finds he really likes.

He's got a half-full wine glass in one hand, and he's standing there holding one of the books, sort of swaying and rocking his hips as he listens to the raspy voice floating through the living room.

Their living room.

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[osten_des_rhein]

Agron was still in the process of changing his sleeping schedule, now that his work schedule had changed. He'd spent months being a night owl, and now that the club had reassigned him at his request for earlier, more amenable hours, he was having to get used to restructuring his whole life around that.

Today, now, he was coming home from work. Home. He'd never thought he would have a place he would call such again, but here it was: a soft, sweet place full of tenderness and love, and bright splashes of color in every room.

He opened the door, toed off his shoes, and when he came into the living room, he smiled and leaned against the wall. He admired Steve quietly, taking in the peace of this place.