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âThatâs amazing!â Grant made a move to pick up the taller man and spin him around, because even though he figured Mac was there, it was more than reassuring to hear. âYouâre amazing!â Grant stopped sort, his hands falling from where they were when he heard Jamesâ question and realized what the look on his face meant. âNononono, no, God, no. Theyâre all still- theyâre together, with an older couple. Not like, dying with a cane older couple, like where weâll be in fifteen years old. Only with us being way more adorable and way hotter.â Grant didnât know if he made the right decision, separating always seemed like such a bad idea in any work of fiction. This was reality, though. And the reality was it was more dangerous running around outside the bases. âWe - I say we, but of course there were some protests in our Brady Bunch - so, I thought itâd be more risky to drag them everywhere while looking for you and Mac. I mean, with our luck, all of them would have been separated from me for one reason or another. This way, I know where they are, where to find them, andâŚâ Grant pursed his lips in thought, a small frown staying in place after, âI wouldnât say I trust the couple, trust is⌠a little hard nowadays, but I know where they are, and theyâre the closest I could get to maybe trusting someone out here with our family.â Grant sighed, âI think theyâre good people⌠I really do.â But heâs been wrong before.
A few years ago, James had this perfect image of where him and Grant would be in 15 years. Even their youngest kid would be done with college, unless one of them was getting their doctorate. James and Grant would be living by themselves again. James had imagined the domestic goings of their life, had thought about everything happy that could happen between the two of them. And now... he had no idea where that put them. Would they be like the couple watching their children? Taking care of orphans left by the apocalypse? Would they even still be alive?
He pulled Grant in close, wrapping his arms around the otherâs waist. It was instinct, the most familiar action. âIf you think theyâre good people, they must be.â And he knew that to be true. Grant wasnât as easy to trust as James was. Especially after all that had happened, Grant had to be skeptical of even the nicest people. âTheyâre in good hands. I trust you.â He pressed his lips into his husbands, letting the last knot in his heart untangle.













