Please note: This thread is set sometime in the first week of April.
Song
Only fools rush in, and while Judah von der Marck could be a damnable fool he wasn't exactly rushing. How long had it been? Nine years since he'd first been kissed by Austin? Yes, nine whole years and it had taken that many years ups and downs, of joy and sorrow for him to say they'd try. He'd been utterly absorbed in planning for the family gathering, it was only weeks away now, approximately two and he'd been terribly neglectful.
Even when he dropped by to visit he was distant, distracted and totally scattered. Austin's patience was positively saintly, he let the man chatter about the family history, about things that clearly made very little sense to anyone outside of it. He could get himself into a cycle of talking that was unlikely to end until Austin made it end, physically shutting the man up by reminding him of a need that was greater.
Basically, he owed him.
The man hummed to himself, singing along in crooning tones as he headed over to the man's house, knuckles rapping out in time with his song upon Austin's door.