“— Oh hey, sweetheart."
"Didn’t know you got home already.” His head perked up when he heard the heavy footsteps against the hard wood floor come through the front door, furrowing his brows when he noticed the odd look on Eames’ face.
“Steven, we need to talk.”

Eames had pushed off coming home for as long as possible but he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. He should have told him long before now about his criminal past. It was hard to do knowing he’d found someone who had opened up his heart to love again. “Should have told you bout this long b'fore now but never found the right time. And we can’t just go on holiday with this hanging over our head.”
At his words, Steve became confused and continued to furrow his brows. “– About?”, he then questioned, cocking his head...