Evan & @theoselwyn July 15, 1984 - Rosier-Selwyn Flat
Evan’s getting home was accompanied by a groan that escaped the moment he set foot through the door. No other sounds besides his murmuring an incantation to ensure the protective spells on the flat were still in place. He let the door shut behind him and took his robe off, promptly allowing the satin tie around his neck to fall to the floor. It did little in easing his nerves but he was able to force out a single deep breath before a muffled sob escaped.
He dug his teeth into his lower lip to keep any other sounds from escaping, uninjured arm rising up to run his fingers through his hair. Having known it was coming was one thing, but he hadn’t expected it to leave him battling with a need to let all his feelings out or try to bottle it up. Evan claimed a space on the sofa. It felt as though there was a huge weight on his shoulders, leaving him hunched over with both palms over his eyes. His shoulders shaking would be the only other sign something was wrong. Well, that and his knowing Theo would be able to take one look at him and see through whatever mask he tried to pull up.
Evan remained on the sofa, not having it in him to go looking for Theo.