Their patience only lasted until the end of the stairway to the bedroom gallery. When Radia stumbled on the last stair because he kept trembling, Han Joon did not just catch him, but picked up the man in his arms.
There was no gap in reactions; the moment Radia felt himself getting carried, his shaking hands grasped his husband's--yes, his husband's--face and pressed their lips together. It had been too long. Far too long.
They had been separated twice before Joon fell into a coma, and both times, it was longer than these mere few months. And yet, these mere few months felt like a crueler torture.
During the first eight years, Radia was mainly angry. During the second three years, he had a lot of distractions in his hand. But these few months...he had to see Joon's life slipping out slowly, and while his presence was not forgotten, their long relationship was.
As much as Han Joon felt impatience, Radia had to hold back a lot more. Way more.
