It was easier to hide away in Tristan’s cabin. Corey could be happy anywhere, and each home made for a perfect escape for his body and mind. Their bodies hadn’t ended up wrestling in the dirt this time. Upon returning from the minor emergency that fortunately didn’t shape into a bigger one, he’d collected some blankets and hunkered down with the hunter to watch the sunset. It was still twilight, but the music of crickets and other non-threatening summer evening wildlife soon surrounded them. Encapsulating the pair in a comfortable quiet between each other. No more talk of trials, mentions of exhaustion, or grateful confessions. Cor was rather tired of it all. He just wanted to spend what time he had beside those dearest to him.
Corey adjusted his arms around Tristan and traced his nose affectionately along his neck, relishing the sweet natural scent. “You need a dog back here… or like… ten.” The redhead muttered with an absent mind. “Indoor-outdoor cats.” They couldn’t harm this environment at least. “Not to take on the road, but…”