From the moment he stepped into the airport, John was contemplating if he made the right decision by choosing to put his past with Randy behind. But when he heard Randy say his name, he knew he did. Still after everything that has passed between them, John got shivers down his spine. Get a grip John, he thought to himself. But his skipping heartbeat had a different idea. He realized that he was just staring at Randy for the past few minutes without saying anything. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, so he closed it again. Idiot.

John was so busy with his inward battle, that when Randy threw himself at him, John tensed and didn't know what to do. However, when he looked down, his heart broke.

Randy was clutching to him as if he was his savior, sobbing his eyes out and rambling words that were muffled by John's chest.

"I'm so sorry…I'm happy you're here…Can't believe it" Randy rambled on. After standing by the front door for few moments, Randy composed himself. He realized that John hadn't hugged him back. It broke his heart and created more tears.

"Uh, can I come in? It's kinda fucking cold outside" John asked in a nervous manner. What the fuck are you worried about, he's the one who screwed up remember. You're just being there for a frie- coworker.

John and Randy got inside the house. The awkwardness of the situation could be felt even across the street. Randy hadn't stopped staring at John. Is he real? Randy asked himself, wanting to reach out and just touch John, just to make sure. Meanwhile, John couldn't bring himself to look at Randy. He knew that if he did his walls would crumble down.

"John! Oh my God, what the hell are you doing here?" Becky screamed as she entered the entrance area of the mansion. When Randy took a long time, Becky came to check on her brother. John chuckled when he heard the excitement in Becky's voice.

"Thanks Becks, make me feel more welcome, why don't ya? Now, are you gonna give your favorite superstar a hug or just stand there like a statue?" John joked. Becky gave him the infamous smirk, which was shared among all Ortons, as she ran towards and jumped into his embrace.

"You know, I always wonder when your head is gonna explode from all this ego" Becky replied. "Gosh, I missed you"

"Missed you too Becky." John said with a content smile. But as he looked up, his eyes locked with the lingering grey ones of Randy. He could see all the regret, love and appreciation in them. With a final cold stare, he put Becky down. "I'm so sorry about Papa", John said with sadness, referring to Becky's and Randy's grandfather. John always called him Papa because he felt like Bob Sr. was his own grandfather.

It was strange for John to be back and welcomed into the Orton clan. The rest of the night, it was filled with catching up and remembering the good times that was spent with the late grandfather. Throughout this whole ordeal Randy couldn't stop himself from staring at John. He was scared that if he blinked or looked away, John would vanish into thin air.

"John you know where the guest bedroom is, Nathan already took your stuff to your room. If you need anything just let me know" Elaine said.

"I will, thanks again for letting me stay" John replied. Everyone said goodnights to each other. Bob Jr., Randy's father, reminded everyone of the Orton tradition of having breakfast together. The only people who stayed behind were John and Randy. John had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

"Night Orton" John sighed as he got up.

"John, wait!" Randy said with urgency as he grabbed his hand. John flinched when he felt Randy's hand on his wrist. But not out of fear for his ex-lover, but because his skin tingled from Randy's touch more than ever.

"What is it Randy" John whispered as he looked into the eyes of his ex-lover. They were still his most favorite feature of Randy. However, John noticed now they were empty and dull grey orbs.

"Um...I just wanted to say thanks for being here…" Randy said softly as he got up from his seat. As he stepped closer, his hand lowered from John's wrist to his palm. His calloused fingers were caressing John's hand out of habit.

John's breath hitched as he felt Randy's body heat radiating. He wanted to smile and act as if Randy's closeness was not affecting him one bit. He wanted to show that he has moved on, but knew that was far from truth. I fucking can't do it.

"Can't do what John?" Randy asked. John was shocked as he realized that he had spoken his thought out loud. He noticed that Randy is looking at him curiously, waiting for an answer. It's too soon to have this conversation, or…too late, John pondered.

"I can't act as if it doesn't hurt to be here. Just cuz I'm here doesn't mean I'm fucking over what happened. I can't pretend that everything is dandy." John whispered harshly.

John freed his hand as he walked away, standing by the stairs, and already missing Randy's warmth on his hand. Although it killed him, he knew it was for the best as he said his next words.

"Do me a favor, for the sake Papa; please stay out of my way. I don't want there be more tension than already there is." John said, walked up the stairs and into the guest bedroom and shut the door quietly.

Randy never knew that words could hurt this much. He wiped away a tear as it slid down his cheek. He knew he brought this upon himself, so he had to deal with the consequences. Yet he was more determined to gain John's trust back. I can't lose him again; I need your help grandpa.

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