Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

He raised his head, and everything else fell away. Mei. Apollo. Nelson.
The leash, the tea shop, the fact that he couldn’t feel the ground. All of it.
Because a man stood next to Hugo in front of the fireplace, head bowed.
He was handsome, though his cheeks were sunken, his eyes red-rimmed as if
he’d been crying recently. His light-colored hair hung down around his face.
He wore a pair of jeans and a thick sweater, the sleeves hanging over the
backs of his hands.
“Cameron?” Wallace asked, voice cracking.
Cameron lifted his head. His smile trembled. “Hello, Wallace.” He
stepped away from Hugo, looking uncertain. A tear trickled down his cheek.
“You … you found me.”
Wallace nodded dumbly.
And then he was being hugged within an inch of his life, Cameron’s face
pressed against his stomach as Wallace rose into the air as far as the leash
allowed. It was different than it’d been before. Gone were the flashes of the
life once lived. Cameron wasn’t cold like he’d been. His skin was fever-hot,
and his shoulders shook as he held on as tightly as he could. Wallace was
helpless to do anything but put his hands in Cameron’s hair, holding on gently.
“Thank you,” Cameron whispered against his stomach. “Oh my god, thank
you. Thank you. Thank you.”
“Yeah,” Wallace said roughly. “Yes. Of course.”