And he does. Rin bursts into tears as soon as Haru steps in, and they spend a moment just staring at each other before they meet in the middle, moving into each other's arms. Haru rocks Rin gently, guides him back to the stairs to sit down before his trembling legs give up while he just blubbers. Haru has, unfortunately, come to expect this, and carefully strokes his hair until Rin is just heaving dry sobs, and then takes his face in his hands to clean him up with strokes of his thumbs over his cheeks and little kisses under his eyes.

"Idiot," he mumbles, prompting another set of tears. "Alright, alright. Come on… have you had dinner?"

Rin shakes his head, buried right into Haru's neck now, soaking his shoulder, desperately clinging on to as much of him as he can grab.

"Calm down," he soothes. "You knew I'd come home."

Because Kisumi was right. Kisumi knows his thoughts better than he does, and knows damn right Haru can't stand another night away from him, another night of this awful tension with his Rin. He kisses his soggy cheeks some more.

"I defrosted some pork yesterday. Want me to make it? I've still got some of that apple stuffing in the fridge too."

Rin nods. He doesn't dare speak. All he'll do is cry more. "I love you," he squeaks out, mostly muffled by Haru's neck. "Please don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you… honestly," Haru sighs, "what did you think was going to happen?"

He lets Haru drag him to his feet and move into the kitchen, hoisting himself onto one of the counters to watch Haru cook. He stews over his swirling thoughts while Haru gets the meat out and starts dicing it up with some vegetables, and puts potatoes on to boil.

"You just got really close really fast… I just… worried," he decides not to say that he's still worried.

Haru drops his knife on the counter. "Rin… do you think I'm cheating on you?" he doesn't turn to him, doesn't see the shaky pause before Rin slowly shakes his head. "Rin?"

"I just… I don't know."

"I'm not. Even if I was a little bit inclined to, you'd think I'd pick someone who's actually gay," Haru brings his knife down on the end of a carrot, sending the end flying across the kitchen. "For fuck's sake..."

Silence falls. There's just angry sizzling as Haru cooks. Rin swings his legs, occasionally knocking the cupboard below him, making an irritating thudding noise. Haru turns around to tell him off, but Rin cuts in first.

"What if he wasn't straight?" he mutters.

Haru stops dead in his tracks.

It's not like he hasn't thought about it.

"Kisumi'd be all over that," he grunts, turning away again.

There's another few moments of painful silence, before Rin slides down from the counter and wraps his arms around Haru from behind. He kisses the hickeys he left earlier.

"Sorry… love you."

"Yeah… I know."

They have sex until the early hours, Haru dragging out his first time topping in months as long as he can, making Rin fall to pieces over and over again. Their habit of make-up sex is probably unhealthy, but they settle down contentedly, Haru lying face down, sprawled over Rin, making marks of his own on his chest while Rin plays with his hair, stroking and soothing, it's both Haru's favourite after-sex comfort and just comfort over-all, and he can feel how sorry Rin is with how he just keeps going.

"At least I know why you don't like him now," Haru muses, circling the marks he's made with his finger, tickling just a little bit.

Rin says nothing, just tightens the arm he has around his back.

"Come on. Shower. Before you leak," Haru kisses him quickly on the lips, and licks up to each corner to force him to smile.

"Ew, you're gross," Rin giggles, finally, he's usually so incessant with his sing-song little laugh, and pulls his hand from Haru's hair to wipe his mouth. "The sheets need a wash anyway."

"Rin," Haru tickles him now, because he's the one being gross here. "Come on. Wash my hair for me."

"Yeah, alright. I suppose you want me to shave your legs for you too?"

Well if he's offering. Haru shrugs, smiling down at him.

Rin scoops Haru – naked, still a bit damp – up bridal style and tosses him onto the bed after their quick, mostly innocent clean up.

"You owe me cuddles," Haru pouts, nuzzling into the side of Rin's pillow, taking up an almost unfair amount of space in the middle of the bed.

"At least you get to sleep in a bed tonight," Rin kisses him, but Haru freezes momentarily. "What… Haru…"

"Hmm?" he recovers. "No… no, Rin, I napped at Kisi's earlier. Don't," he just wants to go to sleep, however restless and annoying Rin can be.

Rin wraps him up. Haru's hiding his face, probably on purpose. He gives so much away with his eyes. "Right… love you."

"Love you."