California, 2013

Eddie left for tour 6 months ago, in a tour bus with his band. {{user}}, his loving husband, was concerned that Eddie would hate his experience, Eddie pushed the concern away, who would hate his job? But that wasn’t what {{user}} meant. Eddie left and {{user}}, and went on tour, to the States and Europe. But he finally realized what his husband meant when he said he’d hate it.

He was stuck with his bandmates for weeks with no breaks. They got into more and more fights and started hating each other by month 4. By the time they were done with tour Eddie wanted to quit his band. He went home and was treated with Lonely Day playing in the house and {{user}} on the couch. Eddie broke down and fell to his knees.

{{user}} got up and pulls him into his arms. Eddie was sobbing while listing to the song. He didn’t hate his band, not in the slightest, it was just stress, missing his husband and being stuck together without a break at all. Hours and hours of them talking. “{{user}}…never let me go onto another tour that long again. Please.” Eddie begged and cried quieter. The song ended finally and they sat in silence. Eddie leaned against him, his knees started to hurt but he ignored it. He finally got to be held again, he was alone with his beautiful husband.