It’d been a tough few months but if there was one thing the world knew by now, it was that Taran was a survivor. He’d finally decided to take a page out of Sam and acknowledge that he wasn’t the least bit okay with everything that had happened last year and this past halloween.
Some positive moves had been made though. Sam moved in with Danny and that led to Taran to moving in to fill out the now vacant slot of being Chad’s roommate as well. The perfect fitting since they weren’t just friends anymore. Trauma had a way of forging tight bonds; for Taran, having Chad be a protector and stable voice of reason elevated his feelings for the jock to heights he didn’t think possible. It was just unfortunate that every now and then when Taran did get home to his boyfriend, there was some sting of guilt and there was always worry.
It was in the late evening and Taran entered their apartment after having taken the train from his therapy appointment. After closing the door, he instinctively turned to turn all the locks and bolts on the door before moving further into their living space.
“Hey, bae? Lost track of time again? I don’t smell anything cooking.” He said while setting his bag down and moving around to the side of the couch where Chad sat. Taran’s arms wrapped around the jock’s neck and a soft kiss was planted on his forehead. “Does this mean we’re having another impromptu take-out night?” Not that Taran could complain; terror side suffered there in New York City, he couldn’t deny that the food selection was still far more fantastic than what the little Cali town of Woodsboro offered.
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