Troye and I got back to my apartment late the night the fan took a picture of us. We'd gotten so used to leaving and returning to my apartment together, it almost felt as if that was the way it always was. Maybe that's the way it should always be.
I went to the guest room with Troye and set up his bed so he could sleep, and then went back to my room. I turned on my bedside table lamp, and then walked over to the main light switch to turn it off. Making my bed, I glanced up at my alarm clock to check the time. "11:47 pm" I sighed and continued to fold the bedsheets properly on my bed.
I got into my bed and took my shirt off, throwing it across the room into a chair. Tucking myself in, I grabbed the phone charger off of the bedside table and plugged my phone in. I scrolled through Instagram for a bit until my eyes shut on their own, and I had to force them open. As I was about to turn off my lamp, I heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I asked, grinning. First, I saw Troye's curly hair pop out from the side of the door, followed by the rest of his body. He was wearing a baggy white shirt with fluffy, flannel-type, pajama pants, and he was hugging a blanket. He looked flushed from being social all day. "You okay Troye boy?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah fine. Just a little home sick.....? I guess....I don't know." Pouting slightly, not sarcastically, I patted the side of the bed next to me. "Come over here."
Slowly, Troye walked over to the side of the bed where I motioned. He laid down next to me, and I threw half of my blanket over him. We both turned onto our sides and faced each other. His hand was out, so I held it in mine. "Hey." I said to him. "It's okay to be home sick. It happens to everyone."
"You never get home sick, Con."
"I used to, but traveling with you has kind of changed things."
"How so?"
"I've just started to get the feeling that home is whenever I'm with you." Troye laughed and looked down at his hand being held in mine. "I'm serious." I said to him. "Is that just another way to say I love you?" Troye asked me. I cocked my head slightly in confusion. "I mean, I guess."
"There's just so many ways to say I love you with out actually saying it, you know?"
"Yeah, you're right."
"Like asking someone if they're okay."
"Like telling someone they're your favorite person."
Troye and said things back and forth to each other as if it were a tennis match.
"Like supporting someone, no matter how crazy it may be."
"Like being there for someone."
"Like bringing ice cream to someone's house after you know they've had a rough day."
"Like holding someone's hand."
"Like giving someone a hug."
"Like kissing someone."
Troye knew what was coming right after he said that. That was when the both of us leaned in for a kiss. Once Troye pulled away, I looked at him directly in the eyes. It was dark, but I could see his pupils grow larger. Troye blinked slowly, and I did the same back. His nostrils flared, and I laughed slightly to where a heave of air blew out of my nose. He squeezed my hand and smiled, opening his mouth to speak. "You don't have to say I love you to say I love you."
