After a couple minutes of light jogging, Nathan finally saw Warren's house come into view. He knocked on the door, followed by Warren opening it. He was still in his pajamas. Simple black pants that read "Gryffindor" down the left leg, and a tight white shirt with the characters from Nightmare Before Christmas arranged elegantly. He wasn't wearing anything on his feet, though you could hardly tell. His pants covered everything but the tip of his toes.

"Hey, Nate. You okay? I wasn't expecting to see you this early." Warren backed away from the door and invited Nathan inside. "Do you need anything?" He almost gasped. "Nathan you need your meds. Want me to go grab them? OH! Text your sister, she can get them!"

"Warren, dude, chill. It's okay. I'm alright." Nathan grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Everything's fine. I just wanted to see you before I went back home." He looked over at the TV. There was a game paused. "What's that?" He asked, pointing towards the television set. He didn't really care; he just wanted Warren to calm down.

"Oh, that's Oxenfree. It's about these teenagers who go to an island and open a ghost rift, and then they use their radio to figure out what happened and why they can't escape." Warren walked back over to the couch and hit Resume. He played for a while, Nathan watched in mostly silence.

"They should date. They seem really close, are they already dating?" Nathan asked.

"Alex and Jonas? Dude. They're step-siblings." Warren laughed. "If anyone should date it's Alex and Nona."

Before Nathan could reply the front door opened. Warren's mom walked in. "Hey, sweetie can you help me with the groceries?"

"Sure mom." Warren paused the game again and went out to the car to get the last of the groceries. He brought them in and helped his mom put them away.

"Anything I can help with?" Nathan asked.

"Oh, Nathan. I didn't even know you were here." Warren's mom jumped. "No, it's okay, sweetheart. Go back to whatever you were doing, Warren will be done soon."

He was, and they went back to the couch. Warren resumed the game and tuned out anything that wasn't it or Nathan.

Nathan, on the other hand, tuned out everything except how cute Warren was playing his game.

Oh god, I'm in love with an absolute dork. Nathan thought, staring at the side of Warren's head. Though he would never admit to Warren exactly how in love he was with him, mostly because he had trouble believing it himself, the feeling was there. He wondered if Warren felt it too, if Warren was as in love with him as he was. Sometimes, the thought of him not being would make Nathan cry.

Nathan studied every detail of the side of Warren's head as if it were the first and last time he would see it. He tucked his calves under his thighs and "walked" on the couch closer to Warren. He threw his arms around the other boy's shoulders and hugged him from behind.

"War, I really want to kiss you right now. Would that be okay?"

Nathan didn't typically ask. He knew Warren wanted to spend every waking minute with their lips locked, and the feeling was mutual.

Warren turned his head as far as he could and locked eyes with his boyfriend. He nodded, he couldn't help but smile. He'd been pleading for a kiss since Nathan arrived.

Nathan carefully moved his head closer to Warren's, finally letting their lips collide. It felt like neither of them had been living until this moment. Their tongues finally touched, Warren tasted the all too familiar linger of a cigarette. Nathan got a mouthful of the sweetness of a cherry Pop-tart.

Warren's mom smiled in the quiet, carefully assessing the two. She couldn't remember the last time Warren was this happy. After considerable time, she cleared her throat.

"No PDA, boys." She half-winked at Warren, smiling.

Warren wiped his lips. "Sorry, ma." He almost blushed. "Shouldn't you be taking care of the thing with your dad?" He addressed Nathan now.

"Shit, why'd you have to remind me?" Nathan grumbled and rolled his eyes.

"Let me get dressed and I'll take you."

"No," Nathan said, a combination of stern and pissed.

"Nate, I don't care. You don't have a ride there and I'm at the very least driving you." Warren left it at that and ran upstairs to get changed.

"Mrs. Graham?" Nathan asked after he heard Warren's door close.

"Yes?"

"Why did you raise your son to be so damn stubborn?" He paused. "You raised him well."