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It's late when Quentin finally manages to arrive in the small, slightly run down train station in Hawkins. It has been a real odyssey, over eight hours he's been cramped in that train with other passengers.
But there he is, surrounded by traveling people as he lets his eyes wander over the many faces. There are many different kinds of people around him but, he only wants to see a very certain mop of brown hair.
Around him there are doves. Those feathery friends accompany him until he finally spots that man he's been hoping to see for so long.
Brown locks of hair are immediatly shoved into his entire field of view as Steve Harrington grabs him by the waist and pulls him into a tight embrace.
„Hey Steve.“ Quentin mumbles, his lips pressed against the others' shoulder.
It doesn't matter what happens around them. Only they are important to each other at this point.
The exhaustion from the past hours is forgotten as they finally lay in each others arms.