[Sorey comes home after a fairly exciting day of teaching... or really, grading. His secrets aren't as sensitive as Mikleo's, not even by a long shot. The only one he cares about is, thankfully, held so tight that no one could ever make fun of it. At least... he hopes so. It doesn't matter now. As he walks in, silence greets him like death.
He breathes in sharply. Usually Mikleo's on his laptop in the living room or cooking or listening to music. Something. But there's only the quiet. A quick glance at the shoes by the door confirms that Mikleo is in fact here, but that doesn't mean he's okay. The sinking feeling only worsens when he sees the cell phone sitting unattended.
Sorey drops his bookbag by the door and kicks his shoes off, then he goes to his best friend's room.]
Mikleo...
[He knocks briefly, but he doesn't wait for a response. He shuffles in quietly, easily spots the other man under his desk.
Without another word, Sorey drops to his hands and knees, and he pulls Mikleo into a hug.]
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He breathes in sharply. Usually Mikleo's on his laptop in the living room or cooking or listening to music. Something. But there's only the quiet. A quick glance at the shoes by the door confirms that Mikleo is in fact here, but that doesn't mean he's okay. The sinking feeling only worsens when he sees the cell phone sitting unattended.
Sorey drops his bookbag by the door and kicks his shoes off, then he goes to his best friend's room.]
Mikleo...
[He knocks briefly, but he doesn't wait for a response. He shuffles in quietly, easily spots the other man under his desk.
Without another word, Sorey drops to his hands and knees, and he pulls Mikleo into a hug.]