Maybe it was a trick of getting older, or maybe it was simply true, he’d never marked the calendar, but Jack seemed to be coming back around earlier and earlier every year. Eight years had taught him to leave his window open well into the autumn months. Once or twice his mother had complained about letting all the heat out, but Jamie had quickly closed the vent in his room and rushed out some lame excuse about his paints drying better in the chilled autumn air.
The sound of something at his windowsill still caused Jamie to jump, but a comfortable grin flashed across his face when he caught sight of the blue hoodie and felt the rush of a frigid winter breeze hit his cheeks. He stood, rushed a quick ‘Nice to see you’ and fished a jacket from the back of his chair. Something in Jack’s response drew him up short, concern creasing his brow.
“Welcome home,” Jamie offered, warm, brown eyes stopping to really take his Guardian in for few seconds. Jack was a complicated person to read, but you could always find something of the truth in his eyes. They were what Jamie sought first as he shrugged into his jacket and tied a knot in the drawstring of his sweatpants. “What’d you mean by ‘more than I know’? Is everything okay?” He nodded in the direction of the park and pond across the street. “We can go for a walk around the pond and talk about it if you want.”
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