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[amicably_absent]

Glitch is sitting in his office, surrounded by books and diaries, legs over the arm of the chair and head tilted in against the back. He looks asleep, but he isn't, eyes closed and enjoying the fire roaring in front of him.

He left a note for Wyatt in his room, telling him where he was. There's a letter addressed to both of them on the side table, Ambrose's neat script on the front. But he isn't going to open it until Wyatt gets here.

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Not too long after Cain's supposed end of his daily grind, there's a soft knock on the door to Glitch's and Ambrose's office. The door opens shortly after, as Wyatt's grown accustomed to being welcome enough a change of pace that neither of his lovers mind.

And if that isn't a strange concept, he isn't sure what is.

He walks inside, his footfalls soft on the polished floor, and kneels beside his lover. Placing his hand on his arm, he murmurs, "Sweetheart... I'm home."