the recovery project [2]

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aidan

everett has his carry-on slung around his shoulder and one of his suitcases as they walk inside of the airport. his face is grim, hand clenched tightly around the strap of the bag.

"hey," aidan stops by the seats near the doors to the airlift, the doors that will take him away to florence for three months. "we still have thirty minutes together."

everett plops into a chair and rubs his face. "i know. i just... it's going to be hard without you."

"it's going to be hard without you, too," he counters, sitting next to him and resting their foreheads together. "but we can make it work, remember?"

"yeah... yes."

it pains him to speak next, but aidan needs to make sure that he isn't forcing everett into anything. "it isn't too late to back out now. i understand if it's too hard for you."

"no," everett shakes his head. "i love you."

"i love you, too," aidan smiles sadly, kissing him.