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texts: flanner.

flynn: do you ever get the feeling that somewhere in the world, someone is doing something that would make you vomit?

flynn: me, right now, knowing that someone is probably my sister.

tanner: she's probably fucking saad lbr.

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i’m sorry || flynn + tanner

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The last thing Flynn had done was tell Tanner he was done. It had been the biggest regret of his life when he’d faded away, and now that he was seemingly alive again and finding his bearings.. Tanner and his daughters were the first things on his mind. He had to get back to him, to apologize. To tell him he didn’t want to be with anyone else, ever, for the rest of their lives.

Trying to navigate home was difficult, the loft that they shared with Roderick, Tana, Ayla, Auden and Reid seeming impossibly far. He was pumped on adrenaline but also exhausted. The street lights seemed extra bright, the sounds of the town extra amplified in his ears. He just needed to be back in the arms of the ones he loved.

The spare key to the loft was fairly easy to find, he only fumbled for a few seconds before getting inside. He could hear the sound of different snoring tones upstairs, but he locked on to the twins. They were okay. They were safe. But where was..

A small rustling in the kitchen alerted him to his boyfriend’s position and he walked over, peering into the room. “Tanner?” He called, knowing it was him just by the shape in the rather dark room.

Tanner had been a mess, to say the least, over the last few days. Flynn breaking up with him and then just up and getting killed was something completely unexpected and hurtful to him. All he wanted was to fix things with Flynn, but it was too late, and he’d have to live with this the rest of his life. He sighed at the thought. That really wasn’t fair. The thought kept him up at night often, as it had that night. He’d made his way into the kitchen, trying to make sure he was quiet enough to keep everyone in the house asleep. He went into the fridge and was about to get a water bottle when he heard someone call his name. He jumped at the voice. There was no way. “Flynn?” he asked, shutting the fridge as he glanced with an eyebrow raised. “How? What? I---” he stammered, “I...I’m sorry.” He said, “I’m sorry about the other night.” His eyes welled up with tears, “I fucked up. I’m sorry, but I promise...I don’t love Alexa...as like, more than a friend. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”