This thing still on?

Wow. Haven't been on here in a while.
I come offering a reunion bit for a separation you didn't know existed.
It's short, 860 words at the most, and it might not make much sense, but hey, it's something, and it's Christian and Julian. So be happy.
Just know, that the would-be end of Addiction, Christian goes to rehab.
This is him coming home. :3

There might be typos and shit, but it's 4am, cut me some slack.

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Julian sat there on the bench, wringing his hands together in his lap, watching as people walked past him and his brother as they waited. He tried desperatley to allow the noise of the airport’s traffic to drown out the sounds of his thoughts, but then—he never did have much luck with that sort of thing anyway.

“It’ll be fine.” Thomas told him calmly, his voice just under a normal volume, words meant for just his brother. He reached over, clasped his hand around Julian’s, gave it a quick squeeze, and released it. And then as if to reassure the statement, he nodded briefly, and flashed a smile.

“You sure?” Julian questioned anxiously. He swiped his tongue between his lips and sighed. He hadn’t seen Christian in months, eight months and three days to be exact. He was beginning to wonder how rehab had been for the other. Sure, he got a vague description in letters, but without Christian’s expressive face, he couldn’t be sure what was real, what was fabricated, and what was left out entirely.

Did he look any different now? Was his hair longer, did he cut it? Did he look healthier—less tired? Would he be as excited to see Julian, as Julian was to see him?

Julian shook his head, mentally berating himself for thinking like that. What—did he really believe that Christian would go to rehab and decide he didn’t love him anymore or something? That was ridiculous—crazy even. There was no way he would do that. Things like that just didn’t happen…did they?

“Relax.” Thomas’ voice had laughter in it as he noticed Julian frantically fidgeting once more. Julian let out yet another sigh, this one much more exaggerated, and slouched back against the wall.

“Thomas, I’m freaking out here. “

“So I’ve noticed.” He glanced forward, swiftly scanning the crowd, before looking over at his brother once more. “Here you are, being reunited with ‘the sunshine of your life,’” air quotes and all, that arrogant jerk, “and you’re acting like it’s the end of the world. Aren’t you happy he’s comin’ home?”

“Of course!” Julian replied defensively--and a bit too loudly. He flinched, glancing around him. He lowered his voice and furrowed his brows. “Of course I’m excited to see him. It’s just—it’s been so long, and so much has happened, and maybe things have happened that I don’t know about—and I’m imagining all these worst case scenarios and I—I…” He clamped his mouth shut over his ramble, his lips forming a deep-set frown. “I’m just—worried.”

“Well, don’t be.” He acted like that was the easiest solution in the world. He was so Zen about the entire ordeal, so calm and at ease—like this was just a trip to the market or something. Julian wrinkled his nose. Older brothers really sucked sometimes.

“It’s—not that easy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, burying himself deeper into his lime green hoodie. “How much longer ‘til his plane gets here anyhow?”

Thomas shrugged and squinted to read the text on the screen across the floor. “It’s a tad fuzzy, but I think it says the plane has arrived.” A grin tugged at his lips. He could see it just fine--but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to rile up his brother like this

“What!?” He exclaimed, bolting upright. There was a sharp jab in his heart as he looked at his brother, panic in his eyes. “Seriously?” He threaded his fingers through his hair almost immediately, unsure as to whether he should shake it up or smooth it down. He couldn’t think straight, every concern he possessed moments before increased tenfold. “Oh my God,” was the only other statement he could manage. Thomas chuckled in amusement.

He watched wordlessly as the younger pulled himself to his feet and began tugging at his clothing, no doubt making sure everything rested just so. His shoulders quaked with the ragged breaths he was taking in as he brought up his hands to run through his hair, fighting with seemingly every single strand to sit correctly. With every passing second that he didn’t see Christian, his heart paced a little faster. Faster, faster, faster--

Skip. Falter. Deep breath.

There he was, clear on the other side of the floor, his own blue eyes sifting through the very same crowd. He looked just as small and nervous as ever, but he stood up straighter than Julian ever remembered him standing. His hair was longer, styled in a controled mess, and he looked brighter.

Their eyes locked, and Julian couldn’t help the stupid grin that took over his face at that moment. They headed straight for each other, and it was all he could do not to pull some cheesy romance movie stunt and run toward him, hoist him into the air, spin him around, and kiss him senseless.

Instead, Julian kept his pace in check, allowing the other to do the rushing, and when they met in the middle, Christian threw his arms around Julian’s shoulders and just clung to him. Julian wrapped his arms around his waist, taking note of how less severe his angles seemed to be and thanked any God that existed for how healthy he looked. “I missed you.” Christian told him, his voice cracking, and Julian buried his nose in his hair, as his whole body shook.

“I missed you too,” he breathed. “So much, you don’t even know.”