Khun smiled at you, waving you over. Come here.

You were confused, but nodded and closed the door. You walked towards Khun and threw yourself on the spot next to him on the bed. Closer.

You hesitated, but slowly moved closer, until your hands were a few inches away. Controlling the urge to simply lean your body against Khun.

You heard Khun sigh and were about to open your mouth to ask what was wrong when you were pulled by strong arms towards a warm hug.

For a brief moment, you think of the nest, of the corpses around them, as you let yourself melt in the arms of the same man you loved and would continue to love for years to come.

Your heart pounds in your chest, you feel your face heat up. The skin that comes into contact with Khun's tingles. You don't know what to do with your hands. Khun's scent filling your senses doesn't help at all.

Relax, Khun's laughter sounds like a howl near your ears — you shiver involuntarily. It feels like you're holding a statue, but a warm one.

You groan, burying your head in the crook of Khun's shoulder. Realizing what you've done, you freeze. Panic multiplies when Khun goes completely silent and you're about to pull away and apologize when you vaguely notice fingers undoing and brushing your hair. Wait, Khun is...

I missed you. Khun's voice was heard, full of longing and soft as a feather, as if he was afraid to break the bubble between them.