///Brendon Urie Imagines///

The Distance

"-and then Zack was freaking out because the girl started completely bawling just because she was meeting us, which is like still so crazy to me that people do that, and she had to like sit down and let other people go while she calmed down. When she finally got to us she was still really anxious but Dan gave her a hug and she gave us these cool bandanas, look!" Brendon showed me the blue fabric through the screen, and I could make out the drawn on tentacles and champagne bottles. They were very 'Don't threaten me with a good time' themed, and I could see by the look on his face that he was ecstatic.

"Yeah, that's really cool, B." I yawn towards the end of my sentence, laying down against my pillow. It was after midnight for me, while it was mid afternoon for my husband in Australia. He was really loving it there, and I was happy for him. But this was his longest stretch of the tour without any days off, and I couldn't get off work for long enough to fly out and visit him. That meant nearly two months without being able to kiss him, hold him, or even touch him, and it was driving me nuts already. I was almost a month into my time without him, and it was taking a serious toll on me.

"You can go to bed, baby. I don't mind, I know it's late there." He sweetly says, but I shake my head.

"I don't get to see you through this screen that often, and I like hearing about your meet and greet stories. I can stay up a little longer," I feel like a little kid again, asking their parent for five more minutes of television before bedtime. That's essentially what I was doing, my laptop replacing the TV and Brendon Urie replacing a simple cartoon.

He frowns at me, but continues with another story. I feel my eyes flutter closed about halfway through, but I still listen to his voice. I hear him quietly let out an 'awe' before he moves, taking his phone in his hand to presumably end the call. My eyes shoot back open and I tell him to stop.

"Please, I know you're tired. You really don't have to stay up for me." I sit up and readjust, taking a small bundle of the blanket and pulling it in front of me. He knits his eyebrows at me and sighs again.

"It's so cold in here." I whisper, clutching the soft fabric.

"That's because you're wearing a tank top to sleep in, which is hot, I might add." A splash of pink hits my cheeks as I stare at the little picture of me in the corner of the screen. It's immediately replaced with sadness, the same type I've felt the past month.

"It's cold here, without you. You always kept me warm at night." I hear the light tapping of nails against the hallway floor, and soon enough Penny jumps onto the bed with me. Brendon's eyes light up and she sniffs at the computer screen, confused as to how she heard his voice but couldn't touch him. 

"Hey there Penpen, daddy's gonna be home soon. Then he'll be able to cuddle you and mommy all day. It's just a little longer, Y/n. I'll be home before you know it." He wraps the bandana around his forehead and lays back on the couch. He plays with the ring on his finger, rubbing the metal against his thumb. 

"I miss you, Brendon. So much... I wish I could fly out there right now, just to be with you for a moment." Normally when he was on tour, I'd fly out every two weeks or so just so that we could see each other. This was going to be the longest period of us not seeing one another since we'd gotten married. Penny lays right in front of me, decreasing my view of the screen. 

"I miss you too, baby. I wish I was home with you. You haven't left my mind at all, I'm going crazy here," he lifts up his glasses slightly to wipe his eye and a sniffle comes from his nose. I cuddle up against the small dog, realizing that she's already asleep. 

"Tell me another story, I want to hear more about your day." He nods slightly and starts telling me about another fan's gift from today, it was a picture of her meeting them back in 2010 when she was on vacation to America. My eyes close again, and I don't have the energy to open them again. I'm still barely conscious, but Brendon switches from his story to gently singing my favorite of his songs. I decide to allow sleep to overtake my brain and I dream that he's home.