Finally it was Wednesday. It had only been a week since he’d moved out of the Luminary Chambers, but for Ichabod it had felt like an age being apart from his sire. He’d been miserable and felt neglected, although he and Kerr had agreed on the weekly visit. And Ichabod knew he could have gone around to see his sire, but he had wanted to show he could do this, be independent (kind of). Pity he didn’t really feel like he was handling it all that well.
But that misery was gone tonight. Ichabod had woken up feeling like a child on Christmas morning, and leapt straight into the shower, dressing swiftly. He knew Kerr might have a couple of things to do at work, and he’d have to get ready and drive over her too, but Ichabod wanted to be ready when he did appear.
The week had had it’s ups and downs and Ichabod had plenty to tell his sire. He was wondering whether Ben had told Kerr about his visit - Ichabod hadn’t called Kerr to tell him, he didn’t want it to seem like he was telling on his brother. But he knew what he was going to say about it to Kerr tonight. Well, there were a few variations of the words he’d gone over in his head and he knew that none of them would probably come out right.
But there were other things to talk about too. Ichabod didn’t want tonight to be focused on the bad parts of the week. If he was only going to see Kerr once a week he wanted it to be a happy time.
The apartment hadn’t been changed all that much so far. Ichabod had spread some of his things around and (after a little discussion with Kerr when he’d first moved in) changed one of two bits and pieces. Most of the changes so far had happened in the bedroom - the dark red curtains which had been hung on the four poster bed had been replaced by a creamy coloured material, giving the whole room a much brighter feel. The comforter was a pale blue cotton which had some darker blue and cream stripes on it. Ichabod preferred the lighter colours. He didn’t mind the black in parts of the apartment, but he was glad Kerr had already swapped the black leather for the warm chocolate colour.
When the knock finally came at the door Ichabod was already on his way to the door, the book discarded on the coffee table, since he’d been trying to feel when Kerr was getting closer. He’d been sat on the sofa with a book, but hadn’t really been reading it. He was wearing a pair of dark denim jeans which fitted snugly in all the right places but were still comfortable, teamed with a white t-shirt which had an arty looking splash of colour across the front, and his feet were bare. The chain he always wore was tucked inside his t-shirt and there were a couple of leather bracelets around his wrist.
“Hey,” Ichabod said with a broad grin as he opened the door. His gaze flickered over Kerr’s shoulder for a moment, worried for a second that Ben might have accompanied him, but his bright eyes were quickly fixed on his sire again. He reached out to grasp Kerr’s hand, pulling him in through the door and into a two armed bear hug.
“Fuck, this is stupid, it feels like months since I saw you,” he said with a chuckle, burying his face in the crook of Kerr’s neck.
