Adam leans into not just the warmth, but the solid mass of his husband. As he took in the bizarre kindness of the locals it kept him sharp and wary. Otherwise it may have been too tempting to believe that nagging urge planted in his gut to trust this place.

They stopped at the front of the house for a moment, and Takashi hadn't been kidding. It was their old house, brick for brick. On the outside at least.

"What are the odds that my tea stash made it?"