A/N: Ah see this is how it works one person reviews and you guys get anew chapter, see I'm pretty easy I'm not even make like 10 of you review because frankly I read the hits, 78 of you read the last chapter which means that you had to of liked it enough to read up until that point but not enough to review, it makes me sad but Chishio Ame and her review made me happy so that's what you guys get…happy.

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"Home sweet home," Will whispered to Warren as he set down with the crate still tucked under his arm.

"No place like…" Warren taunted slinging his duffle over his shoulder and walking into the house.

"Where the heart is," Will shot back happy that Warren was up to playing games after what had just happened, but then again Warren had what most people would call emotional ADD he couldn't stay mad or sad for any length of time, most of the time it was just a practiced façade of indifference.

"Um…Where you hang your hat?" Warren said hopping Will would count it.

"Yeah I got nothing," Will said trudging up stairs after Warren smiling.

"Does that mean I win?" Warren asked turning back towards Will once he reached the top. "Do you accept defeat?"

"Never, I'm just pausing the game," Will said crankily opening his door.

"Ah, so is your mom home?" Warren asked lying down on the bed.

"No why?" Will asked concerned.

Warren shot up from his lazy position grabbed a hold of Will and pulled him down on top of him. He smiled softly up at the boy in a way that he only did when they were alone. Warren ran his hand up Wills cheek and into his hair holding him there, not kissing but there lips softly touched. He sighed and kissed Wills forehead holding him as close a physically possible. That's how Will knew that while Warren was okay, his situation wasn't. He wanted to make everything okay for Warren but short of going back in time and stopping his mom from betraying him he doubted that would ever happen.

Will flipped them so he was lying next to Warren instead of on top of him and slid his arms gently around Warren intertwining their legs and looked at Warren trying to make him out, if not to hopefully find out his secrets than at least to memorize his face. He had dreamed about him but his face was never as beautiful as it was in real life, his hair didn't hang just right as it seemed to now, he didn't have that special glow that once again only happened when they were alone, but most of all he never had that complete look on contentment that he did when Will and him were in bed and he finally felt like he was as fearless as everyone believed.

Warren sighed again nuzzling into Will's shoulder hoping to soak up some of the strength and courage that Will seemed to ooze. They both laid like that for the longest time just nuzzling and rubbing, and comforting. They didn't stop when they heard the front door open downstairs or when they heard the Commander announce he was home. None of it mattered none of it could replace what they had right now. That's the reason that when they heard the door softly opening they both almost as if they were mentally linked closed there eyes a pretended to sleep. The Commander softly backed out of the room, shaking his head at the pretending they all did, Will and Warren pretending to be asleep and his pretending not to notice they were pretending.

"I love you," Will whispered into Warren's hair.

Warren looked up into Will's eyes and tucked his hair behind his ear, "I love you too,"

"How did everything get to be like this?" Will asked then continued when Warren gave him a questioning look, "I just mean that yesterday night we were both in the Paper Lantern waiting for Layla to show and now were here saying 'I love you'. It just seems like everything happened so fast and yet it was all way over due. Isn't it great?"

"Everything is just so…I don't know how to describe it, but even with my mom it just seems that everything is perfect. This is how things should be just me and you laying in bed after a day with our friends and visiting my dad. Even with all the circumstance this is all I want, just this." Warren said staring straight into Will's eyes.

"I know just what you mean," Will said leaning back into Warren's arms.

They lied like that for a long time until Warren pulled back a little but only enough to lean over Will and the edge of the bed to fish through his duffle. He finally found what he was looking for and slid over to his now almost permanent side of the bed and handed Will the leather photo album that he'd rescued from his house earlier that night.