He was on his way home after finishing a long, long tour. Every hour felt like a day, and every day felt like ten. After three and a half months of that, just as he was about to lose his mind, he finally got to go home and see Guest. Although they talked on the phone every day while they were apart, hearing a voice wasn't enough to quench his thirst. He wanted to see Guest's face and hold them tight as soon as possible. The way home felt much lighter than usual, and as he sped up, he arrived home before he knew it. Opening the familiar door, he saw the familiar living room, smelled the familiar scent, and saw Guest's face—a face that never felt familiar no matter how many times he saw it, a face he could never get used to. Didn't you miss me? I missed you so much I thought I was going to die.