Luke hadn't even noticed the truck as he pulled up close to the farm house, with all the cars that were already there Noah's truck blended in. It wasn't until he noticed the California license plate that it was Noah's. His breath caught in his chest. Luke had missed Noah, deep in the core of his being he had missed him, but there was always a part of Luke that wouldn't let himself call Noah after he moved. In fact if Luke was honest with himself he would have to admit that he hated that Noah had missed thanksgiving with the family but did know how to reach out to Noah. Luke turned and looked at the house; he was in there waiting for him. Luke hadn't even noticed the small smile playing on his lips and the thought. It wasn't until he reached the porch that the gut wrenching pain over took him again. How could he be happy, this was the first Christmas that Reid would never celebrate. Over the last few months Luke realized that though he did very much love Reid, he had to admit that he was never in love with him… he wasn't given the chance to fall in love with Reid due to the accident that took his life. As the days marched on Luke knew that he was still in love with Noah, but he didn't know if there was a way to ever fix what they had both broken. In Luke's mind he just wasn't sure he could handle another fall out with the man he so desperately loved. Walking to the door he took one last deep breath and opened the door. He was trying to prepare himself to see the face that he had so long missed, but in the crowd of Snyder's Noah wasn't there.
"Where is he, where is Noah"? Luke knew he was being rude not telling everyone hi and giving out his usual round of hugs, but he need to see those beautiful blue eyes. He needed his Noah.
"He is in with your dad in the living room sweetheart, why don't you go on in and say hi". Granma Emma had always been able to read he grandson, and at this moment he was so glad that she had that ability. Taking deliberate steps Luke hurried down the hall toward the family room where he knew Noah and his dad where at. Stepping into the room Luke felt like someone had hit him in the stomach; at the sound of his entrance Noah turn his gaze to Luke. 'He is so much more beautiful than I had remembered… California looks amazing on him. His brown luscious locks were slightly out grown in a sexy way that made his bangs hang in Noah's eyes giving him a bit of a mysterious edge to his gorgeous face.' Luke willed those kinds of thoughts from his mind, he couldn't go there they had both moved on and for all he knew Noah may have already found his replacement out there in L.A.
"Luke…" Noah stood up and took a step toward Luke; Noah had never seen Luke look so horrible. The once lively boy he fell madly in love with seemed to be gone. Noah had never felt such a rage in his whole life. He turned to Holden wanting to scream at the fact that no one told him how badly Luke was dealing with the death of Reid. Noah hated himself for wanting to get him back, he could see now that Luke was still deeply mourning the loss of his partner. Grief settled heavily in Noah's heart, he had to help Luke and then he needed to get back to L.A. and try to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.
"Hi Noah" Luke held out his arms needing to feel the warmth that only Noah could provide. It took Noah only two small strides to be in Luke's arms. They both reviled in the fact that they were holding each other again and neither of the boys noticed Holden's silent departure.