This is a follow up to the ficlet California.
It’s been three weeks exactly since the premiere of of Star Trek happened in San Diego. Three weeks of waiting. An exchanged text message here and there, a phone call after midnight that consisted of whispered promises and desperation. At times Chris almost wanted to throw the towel in. The uneasiness of being unsure was a constant wrapped around his chest in tight embrace that wouldn’t let go. It was the hardest here and now, at times like this when it was late enough that he was free of distractions and was stuck thinking about what could possibly be taking Zach so long to get these wheels in motion.
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