warm
New York is cold.
It’s the type of cold that runs through your whole body, nestles into your bones and makes it hard to warm up. Even with all the layers he’s made sure to wear these past few days, it’s been hard. He’s gotten so accustomed to the California climate that he’s almost in shock at this wet, frigid feeling.
The hotel is kept warm, and they made sure to put the heater on before they left in the morning so they’d come back to a nice, warm room that they’d be able to sink into bed and relax in. As soon as they walk through the door, Link feels himself sigh into the feeling. He shrugs off his coat, making sure to hang it up in the closet so it doesn’t get wrinkled.
He feels good.
This has been a good week, he realizes. Not that he didn’t realize it already, but he doesn’t think they’ve really stopped long enough for him to let it all sink in. When he looks over at Rhett, he’s got a similar look on his face. Sometimes, they can’t really believe this is their life, still. At home, it’s work, and it feels like work. But when they do things like this, it’s something else. It’s an extension of life, some otherworldly feeling that he can’t quite put a name to.
“How crazy was that?” Rhett’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. He’d forgotten he was cold, but all of a sudden, he’s reminded. Without thinking, he makes his way over to Rhett, the smile on his face growing bigger with every step, giddy elation filling his chest to the brim.
He all but smashes into him, Rhett’s chuckling body opening up to accept the embrace, and they melt into each other. He smells like home, somehow, still, in the midst of this foreign city. They stay like that for a while, and Rhett lets Link get away with burying his face in the curve of his neck, pressing his smile and reveling in the warmth of his best friend.
“How crazy was that?” Link mirrors, and feels Rhett squeeze him just a little bit tighter.
