He walked out in a hoodie and jeans that didn’t quite fit, and squinted at the sunlight. It was a moment of gentle disorientation, where the concept of free hadn’t really sunk in yet. He simply stumbled away from the door for a few moments before freezing.

The face had changed. It had worn, just like his. It had aged, just like his. But the eyes were still warm and bright. His hair had begun to go a little grey and recede from his forehead, just a little, but he was still all there.

The two elderly men stared at each other.

“Did… did you come… for me?”

The man could only nod.

“For me?”

“Yes. Yes, I came for you.”

Jeonghan struggled forward towards him.

“You cut your hair short.”

“Long hair doesn’t look as cool on a sixty-year-old, you know.”

Joshua received him with open arms, and held him in a tight embrace. “Jeonghan… I missed you.”

Jeonghan’s frail fingers gripped his lover’s jacket tightly as he sobbed. “I missed you too. I missed you too.”