Nathaniel climbs into bed, his spirits high at last, after so long without his Anders. "I got a lot done. Nothing very interesting. Mainly I pined, constantly, for someone delivering a baby I will probably never meet. It isn't the longest we've been apart, but the longer we're together, the longer it feels."

He picks up a knife and starts spreading jam over toast. He hasn't bothered with a hot breakfast the last couple of days either, but he has eaten proper meals. He doesn't supposed Anders has done so.

"What about you? I want every detail." He misses when he can't share details with Anders in person.