[The door flies open and Chris practically melts into Caleb's hold, his arms wrapping tight around his boyfriend as his smile spreads wide.]

Really? Even better, I prefer troublemaking witchlings. Hope this beloved of yours is worth the wait.

[He shifts slightly, burying his face against Caleb's neck as he breathes his scent in deep and buries that need for comfort in a sigh.]

I hope he apologizes to you for making you worry and wait.