Author: Leela (
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Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Content/Warning(s): None
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Closing the front door behind him with as little noise as possible, Tommy rests his suitcase against the wall, props his guitar next to it, and breathes. The condo smells of eggs and chocolate, of faded cologne and the nag champa candles that are Adam's current favorite.
The stereo cycles from Imagine Dragons to Goldfrapp, and Adam starts singing along.
Tommy toes off his shoes and pads down the hall to the kitchen. Adam's standing in front of the stove, wielding a spatula like a mic.
Smiling, Tommy leans against the doorframe and watches him. It's good to be home.