Pete had no idea where he was going to go. He didn't have much family or friends except for the ones he used to work with, but he hasn't seen or spoken them in over a decade. He thought about going back to his old apartment but he knew that over time it probably had new residents. He didn't even have a car anymore, which held most of Pete's possessions. All he had was the clothes he was picked up in: black jeans and those old purple shoes. The facility was nice enough to give him a white t-shirt.

He had no where to go.

Then he thought about Patrick. He wondered where he might be and if he was okay, he hoped that he made the right choice. Pete somehow ended up on Patrick's front porch, he remembered that night when he brought Patrick here to pick up his things. Back when Patrick never smiled or laughed, back when he was too afraid to trust Pete. He really missed Patrick.

Pete knocked on the door, he knew no one would answer but he hoped someone would anyway. Anyone, he didn't care who, just so he'd know that he wasn't alone in the world.

No answer. He figured as much.

He leaned his head against the door and sighed. He didn't have a plan, didn't know what to do, was jobless, homeless. He almost wishes he was back in prison. Almost. At least then he'd have a roof over his head and food to eat. He needs someone to lie to him and tell him that everything will be okay so many times that he believes it. He needs a hug, or five. Needs a beer, or ten. Needs Patrick.

"I need you so bad, Pattycakes." Pete says to himself, chuckling at the nickname Patrick had hated. "I'd go through Hell and back just to see you smile again, I'd give you matches so we can burn this goddamn city to the ground. Then we'd sit and watch the lights together." Pete sighs. "I miss you."

He gives the door a final thoughtful look then turns to leave, slowly going down each step until his feet touch the pavement.

"I miss you, too, Pete."

Pete halts in mid-step. Did he really just hear that, or was he losing his mind? He turns around and sees a man standing in the doorway. He was wearing a fedora and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up with matching pants and boots.

He looked like Patrick, he sounded like Patrick...

"I thought I'd never see you again." He says, smiling wide only to hold back his tears.

...Pete could never forget that smile in a million years.

"Oh my god, Patrick!" Pete runs up the few steps to the front porch where Patrick steps out and meets him halfway. They smash their bodies together, embracing each other tightly like they might lose each other again if either of them let go.

Patrick sniffles and lets out a few tears against Pete's shoulder. "I missed you so fucking much! Don't ever leave me again, please, don't leave me." He babbles, tightening his hold.

"I'm not going anywhere." Pete promises, letting out a few tears of his own. "I'm never leaving you again, I'm so sorry."

"I love you," Patrick blurts out. "I never got to say it before. I love you with every bone in my body."

Pete's heart skips several beats. He pulls back enough to look Patrick in the eye. Those bright blue eyes that Pete could never look away from. "You have no idea how much I love you, Patrick. Expect to hear me say it a lot because I have ten years to make up for." He smiles.

Patrick laughs and Pete had always enjoyed that sound, as rare as it was to hear it. That's what made it more special.

Patrick leans up the short distance between them and connects their lips, both smiling into it and savoring every moment.

Pete wishes they could stay like this forever.

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A/N: hey, idk where this is going so this should make you happy until I make plans. In the mean time I'll post other stuff. See ya

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