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"You don't have to sell it." Nash laughed. "You had me at; let's take a walk."
"Good to know my beloved is a simple soul," Judah stated and cupped Nash's face in his hands and bent to deliver a possessive kiss that lingered and promised so much more to come later.
"All I require is you, Judah." He responded solemnly. "Everything else is just extra."
“You say the sweetest things, my love.” Judah teased while also basking in the adoration of his beloved.
"All true and all about you." Judah kissed him again, and Nash kissed him back. "I love our bond. I feel so close to you." Nash looked into his eyes, and Judah could feel the emotion pouring off his little beloved.
Judah was freshly amazed at the depth of feeling this little human could pull from him. “We are one, my love.” He said it again. The bond was growing with every minute they spent together. Judah could feel the words Nash was saying and feel the emotion that was attached to each one. He didn’t deserve this amazing little man, but he would fight to the death anyone who tried to take Nash from him.
“I’ll get your coat.” Judah took the long black coat from the closet by the front door and helped Nash put it on. Nash adjusted it and plunged his hands into both pockets. It was then that a pained and stricken look took over his beloved’s countenance.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and took a step closer.
"It's gone." The look on his face became even more dire, and Judah was compelled to try and do something. His beloved should not be upset.
“What’s gone, sweetheart?”
"My book, my journal. It's a small book. I keep it here in my pocket. He plunged his hand back into the pocket as if hoping to find it. It has affirmations in it, and I write my thoughts and feelings and just things I want to write down. It helped me center and stay grounded in bad times. I have to have it. I can't lose it, Judah." He was growing more agitated by the minute, and his words began to ramble in several directions.
“When did you last see it?”
"I had it when I ran away and hid in the Indigo stockroom. I had it when I entered the stockroom. I read a few passages and added a few thoughts before I got totally plastered." He took a shaky breath. "It's probably in the stockroom. We have to go back and find it, please. I can't lose it."
“I’ll call the Indigo and have them look for it. Maybe they already have it.” He offered.
Nash gripped Judah's hands and held tight. "Please, can we go to the Indigo? I can't lose it, Judah."
"I can deny you nothing, my love," Judah spoke honestly. "We'll go to the Indigo and find your journal."
"Thank you, Judah," Nash stated as they headed out and down the hallway to the elevator.
"I sure hope we find my journal. I don't know what I'll do if I lose it. The thought of others reading my innermost thoughts is so upsetting." Nash moved closer to Judah, and Judah wrapped his arm around him.
"We'll find it, my love, don't worry." Judah was prepared to move heaven and earth to return that book to his beloved.
“The wolves have located Arthur Tate.” Koa contacted Sam at the Indigo.
“Where is he?”
"We followed the trail of dark magic he was leaving through town and out to the old warehouse district by the river. He's in one of the old buildings there. I'm not sure what he's doing, but the magic marker is thick around him. Javier and I are keeping watch." Koa finished and waited for further direction.
"I'll call Judah, and we will meet you there," Sam stated.
“We’re about twenty yards out from the blue building with the storage containers out front.”
“We’ll meet you there, thanks.” He said and closed the call and then immediately put in a call to Judah.
Thankfully, the journal was found in the corner where Nash had been seated. Somehow, it had fallen between two crates and was unnoticed. Nash picked it up, and the relief was powerful and profound. Judah was also glad that the item that meant so much to Nash was back in his possession. Nash went through it briefly as if reacquainting himself with the item before tucking it back into his pocket.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Judah." He walked over to Judah and wrapped him in his arms for a hug, which Judah reciprocated.
“Not a problem, sweetheart. I’m glad you found it and have it back in your care.”
"Me too." He let the last word drag out on a heartfelt sigh. "I started this book about five years ago. I found that if I wrote things down, they didn't stay in my head and fester. It helped me process things and to keep my focus on the future and my sense of self intact. I would be mortified if anyone ever read this little journal." He pressed his face against Judah's shoulder.
"Hopefully, there will come a time when you will no longer need it," Judah commented as they stood holding one another.
