Through the Screen

abel takes a few deep breaths, bracing himself against the wall opposite to the door of his apartment, his fingers still curled around the handle of his suitcase, his right shoulder occupied by a heavy bag. he feels unnecessarily lethargic, even though he had managed to sleep throughout the uncomfortable flight, and he lets out a short yawn before resting his head back against the wall with a small thud.

he is dreading the confrontation that is bound to happen between him and noah, and no matter how hard he wracks his brain for a logical explanation, he just can't come up with any.

his own betrayal is weighing down his shoulders, the heaviness of the bag almost neglected, and every time he remotely imagines noah's reaction to what he has done, he can feel a lump forming in his throat and his heart breaking into uneven splinters.

right now, he has no idea what would happen when he crosses the threshold of the apartment. he has no idea whether there would be cold greetings, awkward eye contacts and uncomfortable silences or meaningless apologies, unkempt hugs and watery eyes.

with his thoughts still scattered, he breathes out a heavy sigh as he drags his suitcase

twists uneasily when he hears adrian's voice, the fact that he will be in the house to witness his parents' odd exchange makes abel feel guilty and uncomfortable and emotions that he can't himself describe. he hates that adrian

the next few seconds, and abel can feel a small smile forming on his otherwise tired looking features as he stares at his son, clad in his pyjamas, his hair sticking up in

widening a little more as he drops his suitcase

his voice is scratchy, but adrian doesn't seem to mind as he breaks their embrace and gets ahold of abel 's suitcase in one hand and in the other he

is bubbly and abel removes his shoes and drops the bag from his shoulder as well, before walking further into

home?" abel bites his lip as the statement leaves his mouth, and