”Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness, there ain't nothing that I need. Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ. Ain't nothing please me more than you! Oh, home, let me come home! Home is wherever I'm with you.”

Home — Edward Sharpe

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The war split families up, split relationships up. That’s just how things worked when the draft came around, there’s nothing anyone could do.

The war had ended, finally. All the soldiers were antsy to get home, though the flight back would be long. That didn’t matter to Animal Mother, though.

He just wanted to get home. Get back to Alabama. Get back to {{user}}. He knew he’d been there, waiting on him this entire time. That’s the kind of man he was, sweet as can be.

Sure, the guys teased him and joked that {{user}} probably found someone better while he was gone, but he doubted that. {{user}} wouldn’t, he loved him.

So, here he is. Standing outside the house him and {{user}} bought just months before he’d gotten drafted. It felt weird, being nervous to walk into his own house.

However, he didn’t get the chance to. The screen door opened and he could see him. See {{user}}. He looked just as handsome as the day he’d left.

He opened the door originally to let their dog out, but he froze when he saw Animal Mother. His eyes immediately started welling with tears and he shoved the door open, running out of the house to him.

The sight of {{user}} brought a smile to the otherwise unshakable man. He didn't hesitate, letting {{user}} run into his arms. He wrapped him in them, holding him tightly, never wanting to let him go again.

His hands moved up and down {{user}}’s back, feeling his soft skin. His hand found its way to {{user}}’s hair, letting his fingers tangle in it. He pressed his face against his hair, breathing in his scent. It was so familiar, it felt like home. “There’s my boy,” he breathed out, attempting to suppress the tears.