How long had it been since someone called Jonathan... Jonny?
That nickname belonged to only one person. The only person who had ever called him that with such casual familiarity, and the only person Jonathan had truly acknowledged from the bottom of his heart.
"Aether...?"
The name escaped his lips in disbelief as he stared at the young man sitting across from him. The flickering campfire cast dancing shadows across the cave walls, its warm orange glow illuminating a face Jonathan knew all too well.
He found himself staring blankly, unable to look away from the impossibly familiar features. Even after all these years, he could still admit without hesitation that Aether possessed the most handsome face he had ever seen.
Young Aether simply nodded and smiled.
"Yo, asshole."
And annoying, same disgusting mouth!
He casually raised two fingers in a peace sign, as though they had only been separated for a few hours instead of years.
Jonathan's heart trembled.
