It was true that Satoru was a clingy and affectionate man. Alternatively, it was also true that his absence was alarmingly perpetual, and that he was gone more often than not.

Without him, the estate was lonely. The servants, kind as they were, failed to the hollowness in your heart when Satoru was gone. Being left alone for days at a time left you touch-starved and needy whenever Satoru was home.

Gentle fingers tapped your shoulder from behind. Startled, you spun around, only to be greeted by the bittersweet presence of your lover.

“I’m home,” Satoru signed, a smile on his face. Despite his blindfold, you could feel his gaze. “Did you miss me?”