Fics like coming home.

Edd stood on the street, as the late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the cracked pavement. He shifted his weight nervously, a restless energy thrumming beneath his skin. Eight years. It had been eight years since Tord vanished, that had left this hole; a quiet absence that Edd had tried to full but never quite could. But, now, he was coming back. A cryptic text, reading, "Coming home", had set off this coutdown in Edd's mind. Now, with the moment finally here, a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension tightened within his chest. Would Tord have changed too much? Could they ever recapture what they had lost over time? Had eight years created an unbridgeable gap between the two? He tugged at the laces of his green hoodie nervously, his hair was a mess, as it stuck up in odd angles despite his attempts to smooth it down this morning. The weight and texture of his brown khakis almost felt comforting to him, against his legs, as he paced slightly, finding himself unable to stand completely still. - Tord comes back after 8 years and it brings up some old feelings for both Edd and Tord. Revised and Updated as of August 5th, 2025.

Fics like coming home.

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