Aarne adored Joe's energy and wrapped his long arms around him as they sat together.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine."

Aarne gave him a kiss on the cheek. He knew it would take time, though he was much younger and the city smaller than London, Aarne remembered moving as a kid. Joe would have an easier adjustment at least. Though as he sipped the mead, the drummer started giggling and gave Joe's collar a tug.

"Do you think I'm going to let you sleep anywhere else?" There it was again, the invitation to stay. He dreamed of Joe staying and every time he felt his heart clench in his chest because no one ever had before. The Brit had already stayed longer than anyone else. He could walk out at any moment.