There's nothing more comforting than falling into a routine.

Miles unlocked the door of his three-and-a-half condo and was greeted by his cat who dutifully trotted up to the door and waited to be picked up. After doing just that, he dropped his wallet and keys on the counter and grabbed a Coke from the fridge before kicking the door closed with his foot. He stowed away his folder from work containing all of his notes for his next article for the local newspaper here at Roosevelt Island safely in the same drawer as his manuscript for what he hoped to be his third sci-fi novel geared to LGBTQ+ youth. The last time he left his notes strewn about, his cat was already halfway through eating the second page so Miles quickly learned his lesson. He checked the time on his cell and smiled fondly at his lock screen photo that consisted of Tristan and himself with baby MJ right in between them.

Has it already been ten years?

He dropped the feline on the floor before opening the balcony door and taking in the view of New York. Never in a million years did he expect to move to the states, but he followed his heart and it led him here.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Miles turned and smiled at his husband who was sitting in the corner, reading a book. Miles crawled into his lap and slipped his hand through his lover's natural brown curls. He kissed him deeply and snuggled into his shoulder.

"What are you doing home so soon? I thought you had rehearsal."

"We ended up wrapping up early since the director had another engagement."

"I'm glad you're here because I'm in desperate need of a massage. My back is killing me after I fell asleep at my desk after writing until three in the morning. Getting old sucks."

"It beats the alternative."

Miles should have known that he would have lost that round.

"Can you believe that it's been ten years since the crash? And today's the exact day when the doctors brought you back to life."

Tristan closed his eyes and hugged Miles even tighter.

"There was just too much to live for," he murmured. "All hail modern medicine. I'll never look at paddles the same way again. I don't want to think about what would have happened if they didn't revive me."

"Broadway would be missing their brightest star."

"Please, being nominated for a Tony doesn't make me a legend."

"You're always the best in my book," Miles retorted with a chuckle and beamed when he saw that after all of these years he could still make Tristan blush.

"So do you want to go to a fancy restaurant tonight to celebrate?" he continued while nuzzling his nose into Tristan's neck and breathing in his scent.

"Nah, let's order take-out and watch Netflix."

Instead of moving, they preferred to stay where they were. They looked out at the skyline in a comfortable silence, neither one of them really motivated to do anything else but enjoy one another.

Everything was right in the world.