The day had finally come, the end of a successful world tour.

It had been the first tour without Aether playing the rhythm guitar. So, he had stayed back at the Ministry, doing whatever work has been coming his way.

Now, he was standing behind a lot of other members of the Ministry, waiting for the band to arrive.

Once the bus was there and the doors opened, Aether squeezed himself through the rest of the congregation. Wanting to be the first one to greet you.

You couldn’t even set both feet on Ministries ground before he pulled you in for a tight hug. Mumbling softly.

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