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"Baby, I am back!"
It was only a few hours after Luke visited that Calum stepped foot into his home. He placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, frowning after not getting an answer from his fiancé.
"Michael?" He asked, pouting at the dead silence.
He raised an eyebrow when he noticed not one, but two cups of now cold tea just sitting on the table.
Is someone over?
Calum took a deep breath, leaving all of his stuff behind and making his way to the living room.
That is where he finally found his partner.
Michael was just sitting at the bar, his back facing the one with blue hair.
"Mike?" He raised an eyebrow at the half empty bottle of whiskey. "Why are you drinking at one in the afternoon? Are you okay?"
The green eyed lad took a deep breath before quietly gulping down whatever was left in his glass.
However, he did not budge after that.
He didn't even bother turning around, actually.
"Mich-" Calum started while calmly taking a step further.
He immediately stopped talking once Michael pushed a box to the side.
A box that looked way too familiar.
"Care to explain?" Is all that he asked.
Calum's body suddenly crisped up, as the other lad finally decided to face him.
"I found it buried in your wardrobe." He carried on to explain.
"So you went through my stuff?" Hood murmured.
"Oh, now you want to talk about invasion of privacy?!" Michael spat while angrily grasping on a clearly already opened envelope from the box. "Because I have plenty of reasons to believe you are not a fucking saint! Why did you do this?!"
"I was going to give them to you eventually, that is why I held on to them-"
"When?!" He cut him off. "When were you planning on doing that?! At my fucking funeral?!"
