Hearing the other’s voice — it kind of broke something inside of him and he was no longer afraid to appraoch the brunette, dropping his hands to the sides as he took those few short strides forward so he had to look up to be able to see his lover. It was still heartbreaking, of course. “Because I love you — why else?” It’s so obvioous to him. He always visits, why would he randomly stop? — Though, he’d do anything to have him back. There was no just forgetting about it for Francis.
Mitch licked his lips, lip busted, so he winced. He wanted to go home, why the hell wont Francis take him home? He stared down at him, face still showing no emotion. Those three words he shook his head, causing it to lull forward and rest on the others' forehead.
"No no you don't, Francis."
He gulped, another stray tear leaving his eye. This hurt him so much, seeing his lover after so long and not being able to touch him. Why would he love him if he doesn't bother to come take him home?











