You caught him sleeping under that tree again, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and his hat tossed aside along with his satchel and whatever else it was he always made sure to carry wherever he went.
Your heart always felt relieved when his decided it was time to come back home.
Sad were those sleepless nights when the closest you could get to him was by clinging to his scarf and a memory. But now he was here, right within reach, the light carving through the leaves above his head and reflecting off the sweat on his skin– a faint shimmer that bathed him in that sacred aura he never believed you when you told him about it.
He stirred, so you decided it was a good time to go check on him. His eyes slowly opened, and you could see the sun in them. Just like he could see the sun in you.
"Ya gonna stand there all pretty forever or somethin'?" He scoffed, voice rough and deep with sleep. "C'mere."
(a redraw of a painting I did back in October)
