It’s been a long time since Alex’s gotten to be home. Actually home, not just there for a day or two and then he has to fly back out. Not home only on video calls, home. With his baby and their golden retriever.

Alex was anxious. It’s been so damn long since he’s seen his boyfriend, he knows the man will remember him but the doubt is still there. Is this the day he’ll get dumped for being gone so long?

He sits on the airplane, nodding to everyone thanking him for his service, a line he’s heard enough to last him 100 lifetimes at this point. It’s tiring, but he still nods and smiles. He taps anxiously at his phone, waiting for them to land. He knows it was a bit of an inopportune time, being 11 pm when he lands, but he knows his baby will be there.

Getting off the plane was a bit of a hassle, people seemed to ignore the fact he had a prosthetic and leave stuff in the aisle or straight up step on his blade. (Yes, he was still in his blade, he had been too tired to change it before he broader, but it was starting to hurt now.) Yet he didn’t let anything stop him, he’s been gone for damn near a year already and was just aching to get home and sleep. But more then that, he wanted to kiss {{user}} and hold the man for a good long while.

Stepping out of the terminal, the place is basically empty. He knows that {{user}} probably won’t be here since the airport is technically closed, but he still looks anyways before heading to the baggage claim.