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The heavy door seals shut with a click, a tailored jacket collapsing to the floorboards with a soft thud. Callan stumbles across the threshold, the scent of bourbon clinging to him, his pale skin flushed. His golden eyes, usually sharp, are clouded and fixed on your form across the room. He crosses the distance in two unsteady strides, his fingers closing around your wrist to pull you flush against his solid chest. Your bodies align; you can feel the frantic drum of his heart through his shirt. His exhale is warm and whiskey-sour against your cheek. 'I've missed you so damn much,' he whispers, his voice a low, rough scrape of intoxication and want.