home is (here, and anywhere with you)

“Hello?” He heard the lock click.The door opened. Staring back at him was a red-haired man, his long hair tied back into a high ponytail and his bangs fanned out over his forehead, almost the same colour as his eyes — eyes that were so familiar, that had once held so much love for him. His nose was slightly tinged pink and his cheeks were a bit puffy, as though he had woken up not too long ago. Fuck, he was just as beautiful as Thoma remembered.(Or: Thoma returns home after a long time, but he doesn't know where home is anymore.)