Coming Home | Tim
Stepping into his home for the first time in months, Ned felt a rush of emotions wash over him. Guilt, content, remorse, peace. It was astounding how much they all contrasted each other. He felt terrible for being away for so long, but it was necessary. Content, because no matter how guilty he felt, being home meant being safe. The familiarity of the house softened the blow of the disgust he felt with himself. It had taken him weeks and weeks of debate inside his own head, reason battling with longing again and again until finally longing won out, convincing him that Tim could handle whatever was thrown at them.
He just hoped Tim would forgive him for disappearing for so long...
Making his way further into the house, Ned noticed how nothing has changed while he'd been gone. Picture frames were all still in place, nothing had been moved or rearranged to show that he'd never lived there in the first place. That was a good sign; it gave him hope.
Knowing that no one was home at the moment, Ned was slightly relaxed as he went into the kitchen and poured himself a drink, leaning against the counter and taking a sip. Being lost in thought had distracted him from the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, but hearing a key turn in the lock of the front door was no trouble at all. It nearly made him drop his glass.
Tim was home.
