Falling {Tronnor}

Thirteen // Connor

Connor was unsure how he managed to do it. But after spending a week with his family, he managed not to chicken out at the last minute and came out to them. He felt refreshed afterwards, and by the time he got back to L.A. he couldn't wait to see Troye.

Troye. He felt kind of guilty, because he hadn't called Troye during his trip and he hadn't had time to really text him back more than a couple times right before he went to sleep. He knew he should've called him, or taken some time to text, but he'd just been extremely busy with his family. The fact that he hadn't really talked to Troye made him all the more nervous to visit him, for some reason, because he was worried Troye was upset at him for not calling. But as he pulled up to Troye's office building, he decided that he'd rather know now rather than later, no matter the case.

Connor stretched as he stepped out of his car, staring up at the building with a small amount of fear still coiled in his stomach. He made his way upstairs slowly, pushing open the door to Troye's office waiting room.

"Hi, do you have an app-" Troye's secretary, a friend of his named Emma, began, but stopped when she looked up and saw Connor. "Oh, Connor."

"Is he free?" Connor asked, his nerves growing as Emma gave him a look that he couldn't distinguish.

"Is he..? Yeah," Emma said. "Go on in."

"Thanks."

Connor made his way over to the door, pushing it open slowly and stepping inside. "Hey," he said, for lack of anything else to say.

Troye looked up, and Connor managed a small smile. He hadn't fully realized how much he'd missed the other boy until then, his breath catching in his throat as Troye's blue eyes met his. Troye stood up, his chair scraping backwards as he rounded his desk and crossed the room quickly.

"Connor," Troye said, hesitating where he stood in front of Connor. A smile and a nod from Connor was all he needed, throwing his arms around Connor and holding him tightly.

"Troye," Connor said, when Troye buried his head into his neck and didn't let go after a good minute. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't call," Troye mumbled, so quietly that Connor almost missed it.

"I'm... sorry." Connor bit his lip, his throat feeling tight with guilt.

"It's okay," Troye replied, "I didn't want to bother you by calling because I knew you were spending time with your family... but there were times when I kept thinking that all I needed was you, and I just really need to know you're here now, Con." Connor felt his heart wrench, and he heard Troye take a deep breath. "So can we just spend a little bit longer like this?"

"I'm sorry," Connor whispered again, closing his eyes and relaxing against Troye.

"You don't need to be sorry," Troye told him. "You just need to be here."

"I am," Connor replied, and in that moment he was. His mind wasn't running off in a thousand directions, he had a lot to think about but he let himself be calm for a while, and basked in the feeling of Troye's arms around him.

They broke apart a few minutes later, Troye slowly stepping back until they were a few feet apart. "Thanks," he said, smiling almost nervously as he massaged the back of his neck with his hand.

"For?"

"Holding me, I guess." Troye hesitated, rolling his lips between his teeth nervously. "Sorry, I just... missed you."

"I missed you too, Tro," Connor said. He frowned. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's just been a rough week," Troye replied with a sigh. He looked worn out, now that Connor looked at him closely. "But I-"