closed] [pulling your puzzles apart

[sasspot]

Noah and Sarah head back to their loft after the night at the bar where they see friends (and not so friends), and Sarah heals him from the fight he'd gotten into earlier in the night, and they dance and talk about a future they can both see, and have incredible sex in the bathroom. It's already been a fantastic night in Noah's opinion, but there's always something special about coming home.

It's what the loft is to him now.

It's home.

He can't remember the last time he felt like he had a home. Maybe when he was really little.

He unlocks the door, holding the door open for him as he reaches for her hand to lead her inside, with that smirky, self satisfied look on his face. There's the feeling of the pick against his chest, and it still fills him with indescribable warmth.