Leon had finally gotten used to the idea of his silent meals in the living room. He actually didn't mind going places by himself anymore, though it was still awkward to grab oranges, and realize the he didn't like oranges. That was someone else. He got used to having the station set on one station, no matter how far he drove and how fuzzy it got. He got used to everyone being chaste with him, instead of feeling the overpowering need to molest him in public. He was used to the left side of the bed being cold when he woke up, and not having to carefully extract someone from his chest. He was used to going to work without coffee, though his crew sure as hell wasn't.

He was used to his lack of noise when he got home, but to make up for it he nearly always had the television running. (Cartoons, Disney cartoons. They made him feel better.) He was okay with cooking only one portion of food. His friends were always over, and where as he usually didn't like the company, it was better these days.

He had finally gotten used to Sora's ever-present absence.

In saying this, it came as quite a shock to him when he came home from work early, his crew members having tired of him for that month, and saw Sora messing with the television. He sat on the floor with his lags folded in front of him. His small hands pressed the up and down buttons because it was only four, and nothing was ever on at four. But wonderfully enough, his suitcase was next to him.

Leon wanted to say so much in that one-second but the only thing he could honestly articulate without stuttering was, "Are you back for good?"

Sora didn't seem to be startled by his presence, even if he hadn't acknowledged his presence. He just turned back to a news channel, and flipped up again. "I suppose." He shrugged.

"Where'd you go?"

Sora looked at him, the infomercial channel in the background behind them. "Anywhere you weren't, and first. Then, I suppose, I went anywhere that reminded me of you. Funny I should end up here." He frowned, as if he was disappointed in himself for actually ending up where he left off.

Leon nodded, not caring if his face wasn't in the passive mask he normally kept it under. He stared at Sora, afraid to blink, for fear he may just be a hallucination. Sora kept his gaze waiting for his to say something, something else, something more, something of value.

"I missed you."

Sora nodded, still looking slightly put out. He shrugged casually, not seeming especially happy to see Leon. He stared at the ground around Leon's feet, not actually interested in Leon's face as he said, "I really missed you too." He smiled finally. "I missed groping you."

He didn't mean to say it, but he did. "I missed the groping, as well."

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A/N: I think I'm a sad writer. Are my writings sad? I think they are. I'm going to write a comedy! It will be funny. But it probably won't be anytime soon.

Hell.

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