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Coming back to their flat in Singapore felt both relieving and bittersweet.
It was their very own space, built and decorated to their tastes mixed together, as well for functionality and privacy in mind for filming.
It was also the place where Eddy saved his life.
Although they spent many months there after Brett got better as well, he felt his breath leaving him when he stepped back into their kitchen and living room, and looked around for the first time after being away for half a year.
He was taking it all in with both old and new eyes. The clean kitchen counter, the gray curtains on one side of the windows, their TV and gaming consoles, the rack with their apparel designs and ideas for clothing, the bookshelf where most space occupied Eddy’s educational books and music scores.
Then, the memories he would rather forget: of too many hospital visits and too many needles he didn't want to see while Eddy was always nearby or holding his hand. Flashes of nausea and pain blinded his mind for a second and he stumbled to the table to steady himself.
And the memories he treasured: filming countless videos and practicing their violins separately and together. Sharing food and stories and laughs, watching movies and playing Smash Bros.
Of getting all the cuddles he asked for when they took the break from working after Brett gave up on trying to keep his facade of doing alright.
The first kisses that followed in the months he was healing. The smile on Eddy’s face that could light up the whole room, and his laugh that was the sweetest sound Brett could hear. The feeling of being loved by the love of his life, who was always standing beside him. Every gesture from Eddy since then screamed 'I care for you. I love you, too.'
He didn't know how long he was stuck just looking around the place, until he felt warm hands on both his shoulders, drawing circles on his arms, and anchoring him back into reality.
Eddy was watching him with a worried look, almost on the verge of tears as if he was remembering the exact same things. Maybe they did share a telepathic connection.
Brett breathed out the tension and let himself be held by Eddy’s waiting arms. The hug felt like love.
After all the time, it was good to be back in their own place again.