Spending most of the day moving had exhausted Tristan, despite the fact he had done very little of the heavy lifting himself. He was now carrying the last few small boxes to his apartment when he heard a voice – a seemingly familiar one – so he turned around with a polite smile plastered on his face. “No, I’m okay, thanks.” Wait… “Oh my god! No way!”
Never one for subtleties and not a fan of small signs of affection, he put the boxes in his hands down and wrapped his arms tightly around the man, pulling him into an embrace. It was a good job that he’d taped the small boxes up, embarrassed to admit that there were definitely some pictures of the two of them tucked away in there somewhere.
“It’s been years.”
Thor was speechless for a moment as Tristan turned around. “Tris?!” he asked, hugging the other close and fighting the urge to bury his face in the curve of a neck he remembered leaving beautiful marks all over. “My gods, how are you?” he asked, grinning as he released him. He himself had filled out quite nicely with all the digs and such. He couldn’t help but smile, enjoying looking over Tristan and not bothering to hide it. “I didn’t realize you were moving in.” he said, reaching to draw him into another hug. “Since right after graduation, yeah. It’s been a little crazy, but I’m so happy to see you. Let me help, please.”
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