Somehow, the remaining weeks until Boston passed quicker than he had anticipated, and as Henrik took one last look around his flat, he made certain he hadn't left anything behind. There wasn't time to put anything else in storage or to drop off at a charity shop, and he smiled a little to see that everything was gone. Glancing inside his carry on bag, he relaxed a little to see that Roxanna's stuffed cat was on the top. "Here we go," he whispered before shouldering the carryon bag and picking up the two suitcases of clothes he would use for the next year. If he knew Roxanna, though, she would probably get him some new things over the course of their time together.

It didn't take long for him to head outside, and then he was stepping into the cab he had hired, putting the two suitcases in the boot before slipping into the backseat and carrying on a conversation with driver as they went along. "Have a great final year," the driver said as Henrik handed over his money, and he nodded as he picked up his bags once more, heading inside the terminal and quickly finding where he was supposed to check in.

The entire process went smoothly, and after he had finished with security, he found his gate and took a seat, pulling out a medical journal that he wanted to read while he was on his journey. The busyness of the airport distracted him a little, but he tried to push that aside as he waited for his flight to start boarding. Finally, the announcement came over the loudspeaker, and he stood up to make his way over to the group of people queueing up. He tried not to tap his toe impatiently, but he knew that at the end of his journey was Roxanna.

Finally, he was finding his seat, thankfully located in the first row in coach, which would give him extra leg room. Henrik stowed his bag beneath his seat before sitting next to the window and fastening his seatbelt. There was still a note of apprehension at flying, even though this would be his fifth Transatlantic flight, and he tried to take a few deep breaths before he picked up his journal and continued reading the paper that had interested him most.

He heard his seatmates before he saw them, and he tried not to groan when an exuberant little girl plopped down next to him, chattering away to her mother, who looked like she was close to the end of her rope. "We're going to see the Statue of Liberty, and Boston Harbor, and head to the top of the Empire State Building!" she said as she turned her focus on Henrik, giving him an excited grin. "Where are you headed?"

"Emily Jayne! What did I tell you about disturbing the people around us?" The mother gave him a small, apologetic, smile as she slid down into her seat, fastening her belt before pushing Emily down and wrangling her into her seatbelt. "I'm so sorry, I will try to keep her occupied during the flight. Once she has her book in her hands, she should settle down."

"That's fine, I'll be reading myself," he replied as he held up his journal. Emily let out a huff of irritation at being talked over, and she flounced back into her seat, her lower lip pouting out as she crossed her arms over her chest. "At least we're landing in the middle of the day."

"Thank god for that." They shared a knowing smile before Henrik buried himself back in his journal. He managed to finish his article before the doors closed, and he folded down the page before closing the journal as he focused on the flight attendants giving the safety speech.

As the flight began to head down the runway, he pressed his hand against his chest pocket, knowing that Roxanna's picture was there, and he wanted it to be closer to his heart as they defied gravity to hurtle across the ocean. Once they were safely heading towards Boston, he relaxed a little, stating out the window as the ground rapidly drifted out of sight. "Is there anything but clouds out there?"

He turned his head to look at Emily, shaking his head a little. "No, we're already above the cloud line, so there's not much to see."

"Oh," she replied with a slight frown, settling back in her seat once more, her legs fidgeting as the cabin crew started to serve drinks. "I want juice, Mum."

Emily's mother nodded, putting their request in. Henrik knew that it was important to stay hydrated, so he just asked for a glass of water. Taking it from the woman's hands, he sipped at it before placing it on his tray and opening the journal once more, starting the next article. The time passed quickly, as Emily truly did quiet down once she was reading a book that looked impossibly thick for someone her age.

As they grew closer to Boston, he started to feel a different sort of nerves swell up in his stomach, and he tugged on his tie a little before smoothing his hair down a little. "Are you meeting someone in Boston?" Emily whispered, her eyes darting towards her mother, as if she knew she would be rebuked for her nosiness.

"I am. Her name is Roxanna," he replied, pulling out her picture and showing Emily. "We're going to be doctors, soon, and are going to school in Boston."

"That's so cool," she breathed out as she looked at Roxanna's picture. "And she's so pretty! Are you guys married?"

"Not yet, but maybe one day. If she'll have me." They started their descent, and he placed the picture back into his pocket before taking a few deep breaths. The landing was smooth, and he grinned as Emily clapped a little at that. Sometimes, he thought, it was nice to have the young remind one of the joy of living. Standing up, he grabbed his bag and waited for the doors to open.

Once again, it didn't take long to get through customs, and then he was heading towards baggage claim. "Henrik!" His head snapped to attention as he focused in on Roxanna. She was running towards him, his sweater hanging on her body. "I am so glad you're here!" And then she was jumping into his arms while he staggered a little beneath the force of her hug. Their lips met in a hungry kiss before he was letting her go, breathing heavily as he looked at her.

"That is probably the only time you get to do that, you realise," he said as he straightened his clothes.

"I knew that would be the case, so I did it now, and got it out of my system," she replied as she took hold of his hand. Together, they finished the walk to baggage, and as they waited for his luggage to arrive. "I have missed you so much, Henrik. I thought that the wait between Sweden and my home was long, but that was nothing compared to this. I know, it's probably because I couldn't just visit you, since flights are more expensive than trains."

"We're together now, though, and have the next nine months to get used to each other. I'm hoping that I don't push you away with my habits."

She turned to look at him, a content smile on her lips. "I'm hoping the same thing. But I know that we'll work things out, because so far we've been quite good at telling each other the things that are bothering us. Oh, I cannot wait for you to see our apartment that the college gave us. We're closer to our lab now, which might be a bad thing, if we get lost in a rabbit hole of research. Though we can always bring each other food a lot easier, so we might save some money there. This is going to be the perfect year together."

He nodded as he bent and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, listening to her sigh before the luggage carousel started up, and they turned their attention to the machine as they waited for his suitcases. Henrik found that he was quite anxious to be home with Roxanna, and start their time together before the inevitable separation that his graduation would bring.