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[iwasalevel6]

The snow fell thickly on the New Hampshire home where Anthony stopped his rental car. Hand clutched on the book in the passenger's chair, Anthony remained seated, closed his eyes, and tried to hold back uneccessary tears. There was no reason to cry, no reason to be afraid--except that he was about to act upon a decision that would change his life

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[ineedavicodin]

Greg was in his office, attempting to write. Something, anything. There was nothing. Only a blank screen and a flashing cursor mocking him.

He startled at the knock on the door. With a weary sigh, he looked out the window to see an unfamiliar car in the drive. Another sigh and he padded out to the front door in his bare feet.

He opened the door, total shock registering in his face. His instinct was split in half. Wanting to throttle his visitor and wanting to hug him. He didn't know which to act on, so he just stood there dumbly.

"Anthony."

[iwasalevel6]

Anthony had made no attempt to foretell his actions on this day. He figured he would wait and see just what he did, exactly; but he had assumed action would be slow, that he would be frozen, that he would not know what to do for several moments when he saw Greg--his Greg--for the first time in years.

He was wrong in his assumption.

He immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the author in a cling.

[ineedavicodin]

Greg stumbled back a step because it was completely unexpected. But once he accpeted it, his arms went around Anthony, holding him tight, pulling in a couple steps so he could close the door and shut out the cold.

"Tony, Tony. Shhh. What..." he murmured, hands in Anthony's hair, brushing the snow of fhim. "Why are you here, Anthony?"

[iwasalevel6]

"I read your book," he said, sniffling. Wasn't 'cause he was sad. Had to be the cold and the snow.