Tristan had considerably less self-control, still the same way it was back in college, and he was more than happy to nuzzle his face against Thor’s hair, still hugging him tight. A minute or so later he finally released the man and leaned back against his door. “I’m doin’ pretty good. Those boxes there are the last couple but if you really wanna help then go for it. They’ve just got makeup an’ shit in ‘em.” Which of course meant they were heavy. Hands fumbled in his pockets for a moment before he found his key and unlocked the door, pushing it open. “This place is obviously not quite done just yet but if yours is free then I’ll come by for a drink an’ we can catch up, yeah?”
Thor couldn’t help the little swell in his heart at the affection from Tristan. ‘God, I missed this.’ he thought to himself as he took a slow breath of Tris’ cologne and smiling before he picked up the box with ease. He rolled his eyes as he followed Tristan inside. “So I’m not allowed t see you not in perfect condition anymore?” he teased, giving a smirk. He remembered many nights where Tristan was very far from perfectly put together, and he hoped the comment wasn’t lost on his old friend and fuck buddy.
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