Chris sighed as he took in the sight of his boyfriend. "That's enough, Leon," he said, taking the glass of whiskey from his hand.

"Hey, I was drinking that!" Leon protested, shooting him a glare.

"Not anymore," Chris replied firmly. "You've been drinking almost every day now. You know she'll be back any minute. I don't want her to see you like this again."

Leon thought about Chris's words for a moment. He didn't like the look on your face whenever you saw him drinking, and he hated the nagging that always followed. But right now, it was the only thing that helped him calm his nerves. The three of you had gotten into a big argument, and you and Chris had walked out for a few days.

Now it was finally time for you to come home and talk things out. As if on cue, both men looked up to see you walk through the front door, dropping your keys on the counter.

"Sweetheart?" Chris was the first to speak. "How are you?"

Leon glanced over, taking in your features. Even though he found it hard to express, he had missed you—a lot. You and Chris. "Hey..." he said awkwardly, clearing his throat.