PickRome: Home

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After the initial wave of rage they had both had passed, Porsche and Pick had just laid sprawled out on the patio floor. Their chests had risen and fallen rapidly from both parties trying to take catch their breath.

'Porsche, I'm sorry...' Pick had said being the first to apologize. One look towards his friend had him frowning. He hadn't meant to strike him he had been so angry being forced to talk about this, that he had lashed out.

'Better you get it out of your system with someone who can handle your shit, rather than at Rome,' Porsche had said with a slight chuckle that had all too quickly turned into a wince as he held his jaw. He had cursed at Pick for using so much force but then again, looking at his longtime friend being just as badly bruised had him calming down.

'I'm not wrong though. If you like him than that's it. You like him. Why think about needless things?'

**

They had talked about it, and decided to return home at the end of the month once Porsche finished his assignment there at the vet clinic. Which could not have been a more excruciating long wait. Pick had to wait nearly another half month, because things had kept being delayed. First with the delivery and even the weather had put things on hold. It was frustrating to say the least, but finally that long awaited day was here and he was more than eager to return home.

He missed Rome.

"Stop taking your sweet ass time!" Pick had yelled out impatiently waiting by the car while Porsche was double checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. "We got to go!"

"Alright! Geez, I wonder who you're so eager to go home to," Porsche had teased stepping out of the small room he had been renting. He wanted to tease his friend a little more, but Pick had gone back to his phone typing away at it and ruining his plans.

"If you keep texting like that how are we ever going to get there?" Porsche had said only receiving a glare from Pick.

"Just for that, you're driving," Pick said tossing the keys at his friend.

"Yes, sir," Porsche said catching the keys. He didn't entirely mind, heck he thought it would be safer if he drove rather than Mr. Impatient over there.

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