In a faint

“Wesley. I’m here!” His voice echoes over the house, his house was always so quiet that you might thought not even a soul lived there.

“If it’s not Moscow I wonder who the mogul would be...brother!” Moscow chuckled and watched him coming down from the stairs with his robes on. He dropped the brief case he held on the bed.

“Seems you’d a rough night. C’mon.” He spread out his hands for a warm hug, Wesley came down and gave him a side hug.

“You came so early.” He sat down, taking a glass of juice that was on the table.

“I was anxious to see you. You wanted me to leave tenderloin right way. Here I’m anyway.” He took the glass Wesley stretched out to him and sat down beside him.

“When did you get back?”

“Yesterday. It’s so quiet in here.” He exhaled, his back resting on the chair.

“It’s has always been.” He poured out some juice for himself.

“Your heart too, still empty?”

“You wanna filled them?” Wesley spread out his hands, so he could hug him but Moscow pushed the hands away with