Epilogue
EPILOGUE
H is bags were packed, and Master Wesley had called the car.
Zeke was leaving the Barn for three months, heading to New York to see his Master’s apartment, learn to fit into his lover’s life in that world.
He was terrified.
Terrified, excited, possibly a little queasy—it didn’t matter.
He could do this.
Wesley was clearly anxious and hadn’t slept very well last night. His Master didn’t eat anything but toast this morning for breakfast and had been pacing more than packing all morning.
Zeke had already taken charge of Wesley’s meds, and they’d been over his Master’s flying routine a handful of times—every time Wesley had felt the need to tell him again .
“I’m sorry, Zeke. I know you’re worried about New York, and I should be—better at this.” Wesley sighed and looked at his watch for the hundredth time.
“Hush, Master. I have this. I think it will be easier with companionship.” And he’d be focused on not having a panicked Master.
“Maybe. Maybe you’re right.” Wesley nodded and looked like he was trying to relax, but he tensed again the second there was a knock at the door. “That’s our car.”
He nodded, glancing around his cabin—their cabin. “Okay. You will be here when we get back, little cabin, I promise.”
The cabin was tidy and seemed empty with his guitars gone, all of his pride decorations brought in for safekeeping and everything clean and neat. They’d shipped a bunch of his things last week, and Wesley had shown him pictures of it all sitting safely in the New York apartment.
“It does feel strange to be leaving it. But you’re going to love New York. It will take some time maybe, but you’ll love it, you’ll see.” Wesley had told him that even though New York was crowded, when you were only one face in a crowd you could actually still feel alone.
“I’ll be with you, Master, and you’ll be with me. I’m going to be fine.” And if he wasn’t, he knew who to talk to. “Come on. Let’s go. We have work to do.” He twined their fingers together. “Together.”