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The day felt long, a strange staccato of events from waking up in the morning, but when he got back to the house finally, he was feeling alive. Vital. He knew Newt would be home by the time he got back, but he still called out when he stepped in the door.

The kittens came running, gangly limbs all over each other, and Kavinsky fed them as they sniffed his boots and made sure he was him. Satisfied, they settled into more important things than him, and he stepped over them to poke his head into the office.

He approached Newt from behind and draped over his shoulders, nuzzled into his ear.

"Hey sugar," he breathed. At least his voice was the same, unlike turning into a girl. "You miss me?"