The past couple of weeks had been far more refreshing than Theo would have expected. He had arrived in Greece, a tight ball of anxiety, guilt and despondency - so much of the current past had weighed heavier on his shoulders than he actually realized. But the worst part of even taking the journey lay in writing out the letter to Leland. He'd erased, scratched out and tossed the life out of dozens of copies, pouring emotion into them and feeling more confused than ever. Eventually he chose a short approach, not allowing himself to deliver it in person (if he actually saw Leland, there was little chance he would be going anywhere but into those comforting arms). But now he was back; the same person as before, but with a significantly lighter load on his shoulders. And he wanted nothing more than to see the person who had been occupying nearly every yearning thought that arose while he was gone.The moment he'd dropped off his belongings at home, Theo made his way down to the docks, heading towards the vessel that was beginning to feel less and less intimidating knowing who would likely be inside.
Trying, and failing to stop grinning like an idiot, Theo cupped both hands around his mouth and called out to the deck, "Permission to come aboard?"