I've returned from the past

Chapter 38

QUICK NOTE

So. This is officially the end of Part 1. (I will not be taking a break for part 2 that should be up very very very soon.)
He he he....
Hopefully soon, anyway. I hope you have enjoyed this thus far, to encapsulate the entire thing, he's back from the dead, he's discovered nothing has changed, he's returned to his friends and family and he's revealed half of the life he used to have, the half you lot know about.

GET READY FOR THE PART OF HIS LIFE YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT CUS I'M FRICKENsobbing OVER WHAT I DID TO MY OWN CHARACTERS BAHAHAHAHA *Coughs, splutters, dies*

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Hadrian watches the light creep through the lip of the window in a hazy blue and he strokes black hair comfortingly, as they had done for a week since Christmas Night.

Both of them are awake, neither of them can comfortably sleep.

Angers, fears, depressions- anything threatening to pull them into something they can't control. A nightmare, a soundless spiral-

Tom is draped over his lap, not resisting as Hadrian runs a hand through his hair. They haven't really had a plan and everyone has been easy going most of the time. Falling into old habits has caused rules to relax, some trust to be replaced.

Conversations aren't the easiest so there was a peaceful silence that had settled for now. Hadrian had taken Orion on a ride down to the river in the snow and they'd spent an entire day out on the land, exploring, observing and just reminiscing. It had been healthy and he'd helped his father with planning out a wand to make.

Today, he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do, again.

He enjoyed being around the others, in silence. But their questions were hard to answer when he wasn't ready and realistically, he'd never be.

So was it time to tell them? So soon?

All at once? Or does he tell them separately? No, telling them separately means he'll leave out details when he repeats it so often.

Tom sits up, as Hadrians hand had been idle for a while and sits in front of him, leaning on an arm and watching.

"What's wrong?" He whispers lowly, gently grasping Hadrians jaw and turning his head to face him. Hadrian stares into those brown eyes and lets out a long sigh.

"I'm afraid."

"I'm here."

"You might abandon me." Tom's brows narrow and a frown pulls at his face. His grip tightens.

"I'm not going to abandon you, not ever." The blood pact at his throat doesn't move and all Hadrian feels now is guilt.

He's returned- and he's still lying, every day, every hour.

Griffin was a mistake, even if they hadn't done anything. Griffin-

"My heads a mess," he rasps, casting his gaze down to the covers. "It has been for a while." Tom captures his hands and leans forward looking up at him.

"I am with you. We will be unstoppable again, just like I promised you all those years ago." Hadrian sighs, leaning down and placing a kiss to Toms forehead.

"You imbecile," he murmurs. But the words lack any type of heat or aggression. Tom tucks a piece of lose black hair behind his ear and holds his hands tenderly.

If he told Harry Potter, who he'd been so long ago, the relationship he had now, he's pretty sure he'd have made sure he wouldn't die and start all of this.