bout?
Im flying to London tomorrow to see Reno and idk if im making the right choices. What if I end up trapped far away from home again with someone who hurts me
oh sweetheart, what if you go to London and fall in love? He's not like before, you're not 17 this time. You have better judgement now.
it doesnt feel like it sometimes.
I know all that was a long time ago, but I havent exactly had the best track record after him either. Sure, my other exes werent as abusive, but they still weren’t kind. And I thought for so long that they were. So here I am again, letting a man put me in a situation where Im powerless
first of all, ur not powerless. You have an amazing support group, myself included, who would get you out of there if he ended up like The Asshole.
Second, again, what if you go to London and fall in love? What if he's the one? What if this tie, you actually are cared for how you want and deserve?
wouldnt that be something.
You won't know unless you go. When is your flight?
tomorrow, gotta head to the airport at 4am
go to bed!! stop fucking worrying. You know not to trust your thoughts after midnight.
alright, alright. I'll let you know when I get there safely.
You better. Love you
I love you too
By the time Luka landed in London, he was exhausted.
He got his bags, tried to make himself presentable in the airport bathroom, and stepped out into the cool evening. He stood on the curb, watching the traffic flow in the opposite direction from what he was used to and marveled at just how far away from home he was. He’d been to Canada and Mexico with friends before, but this was his first time overseas. He took in the air, smelling exhaust and oncoming rain, and decided that it was good he was so far from where he came from, that it was exciting and not terrifying, and that he could belong somewhere other than the places he already knew.
“Luka Fischer?” A man came up behind him and Luka jumped, startled, until he saw the sign the man was holding with Luka’s name on it.
“Sorry, I must have missed you inside. It was a long flight.” Luka tugged on his beanie to cover his ears more.
“No need for an apology,” the man said. “The car is this way. Let me get your bags for you.”
Luka watched helplessly as the man took his suitcase and carry-on and smoothly lifted it into the trunk of a slick black car with tinted windows. Luka tossed his backpack into the trunknext to his bags, then thanked the driver when he opened the door for him.
“Luka," A hand with polished nails and a delicate chain around the wrist reached out for him and Luka couldn’t help but practically fall into the car, and into Reno’s arms. “You’rehere.”
“I am.” Luka heard the door close behind him and he forgot all about his fear, his anxiety, the worry over how he smelled or looked or sounded as Reno pulled back just enough to kiss Luka’s forehead. Luka melted into it, feeling how thick Reno’s lips were, how strong his hands felt where they held onto him, how sweet he smelled.
The driver's door opened and closed, and Reno slowly pulled away.
“Gomen?1.” Reno fussed over Luka, adjusting his beanie back into place and smoothing his hair. He inspected Luka, tilting his chin this way and that. “Let's get you to bed?”
“Is this you saying I look tired?” Luka scowled, and Reno’s laugh was delighted.
“No, love. I just know how horrible that flight is, and I know you don’t sleep well in public spaces.”
Luka pressed his lips together, trying not to smile as stupidly as he felt. “How do you remember so much?”
“Easy. Important things stick in here.” Reno tapped his temple. “I’ve gotta get to the studio—I left Arnaud there working alone on the new track. Want to come with, or should I tuck you in and leave you to sleep?”
“Leave me to sleep, please. At least for a few hours.”
“Okay." Reno leaned up between the seats to relay the address to the driver before settling back and reaching across Luka to buckle him in safely.
