Weary Homecoming

Chapter 173: Back in Seattle

TRISTAN

Leo ran to me before I'd fully gotten through the door.

I had my bag in one hand and my phone in the other and he hit me at somewhere around waist height with the full commitment of a six-year-old who'd been waiting for something and had finally gotten it. I dropped the bag and caught him, which required some adjustment because he was heavier than the last time