[ As much as Caleb talks about accepting this place and embracing it all, he also has moments where he's just at his wit's end and isn't sure what he should do. This is definitely one of those times.
He should be at the shop but he doesn't want to be there. Nick isn't there. Chris isn't there. Oli is barely ever there. At least at home, Nate's there. So he's curled up on the couch, petting Anna's dogs, thinking about how she's not there either and he hears a knock... and then Chris' voice.
He bounces up so fast the animals scatter, hurrying to the door and practically jerking it open. ]
Pardon? Sorry. There's only troublemaking witchlings here waiting for their beloved to return.
[ He's smiling so hard it hurts, and his eyes are bright as he reaches for Chris, pulling him to him. ]
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He should be at the shop but he doesn't want to be there. Nick isn't there. Chris isn't there. Oli is barely ever there. At least at home, Nate's there. So he's curled up on the couch, petting Anna's dogs, thinking about how she's not there either and he hears a knock... and then Chris' voice.
He bounces up so fast the animals scatter, hurrying to the door and practically jerking it open. ]
Pardon? Sorry. There's only troublemaking witchlings here waiting for their beloved to return.
[ He's smiling so hard it hurts, and his eyes are bright as he reaches for Chris, pulling him to him. ]