Avi laid on his bed, doing nothing but looking through the photos he had taken with Tim. He couldn't believe he even left the gorgeous man.

His phone starts to vibrate, and Tim's name appears on the screen. He smiles before answering. "Hi Timmy."

~ They spent almost three hours talking on the phone. They didn't even have to exchange a word to each other for a while. Just listening to each others breath felt home enough.

"Avi, what's the matter, you've hardly touched your dinner," his father asks. Avi pokes around at the meat on his plate, sighing as his mind wanders from Tim back to the conversation that was beginning to happen.

He looks up, laying his fork down. "I'm miserable without him, dad," Avi says quietly. "It doesn't even feel right to be somewhere without him.."

His parents share a knowing look.

"I can hardly fall asleep at night without him. He was always holding me close and keeping me warm." He was just going on and on by now, completely forgetting that it was actually his parents he was talking to.

"He took me on rides and hikes in the mountains," Avi smiles. "And he brought me to his small shows that he and his friends put on at the bar. He let me sing in front of everyone." His eyes were watering at the memories he was reliving.

"We slept under the stars one time," he whispers. "It was so quiet outside. All you could hear were the chirping of the crickets."
"And his friends were all so nice to me. Not once did any of them ever place a quick judgement on me.. just because I'm from the city. We swam in the lake. I couldn't believe how proud he was when I actually swung into the water from the rope swing."

Tears were falling from Avi's eyes now, but he didn't bother wiping them away. He lets out a small laugh and smile.

His parents let him continue, saying nothing as their son explained how much he loved the man.

"He never went a day without making sure he told me, at least five times a day, that he loved me. Sometimes he'd sing me to sleep, or just use singing as his way of expressing how much he did love me. He's give me sweet little kisses all the time, sometimes catching me off guard. But it was cute.. And he occasionally made them sloppy." Avi smiles through the tears.

"He was always extra careful with me.. As if I was some type of porcelain doll and he could break me. He just held me so gently, and whispered all of the things he loved about me or just 'I love you' over and over again, whenever we--"

He stopped himself there before he went too far. He felt his cheeks turning a light shade of red, and he sunk down into his chair a little.

His parents shared another look, and they both smiled back at their son, acting as if they hadn't heard a thing of the last sentence.

"Like I said," Michael begins.
"Home is where your heart is."

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