…the lack of comma almost certainly should not be as distressing as it is. 

Tomorrow, then? 

Tomorrow!

(His letter confirming 'tomorrow' doesn't have the comma either.)

This is a ridiculous thing to be upset about and he's not going to be upset about it. 

(He is, in fact, going to be upset about it.) 

Tomorrow cannot possibly come quickly enough. 

Ash doesn't ask him what's wrong but he gives good hugs.

Ash does give good hugs. 

Lindsay would like to say he sleeps more soundly in Ash's arms than he does alone, but the factors are currently hopelessly confounded. 

Leo smiles so much when he sees Lindsay.

Lindsay does as well — hugs Leo tight, then nearly drags him upstairs to a private space so they can speak properly. 

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing wonderfully. —Leo, he's like me." 

"That's great!"

Lindsay knows that face; he moves into Leo's lap and curls up there. "I've missed you more than makes sense, it's only been a day." 

"I've missed you too. I've-- missed you an amount that makes sense because you're married now."

"I'm still your Lindsay. You know that, don't you?" 

This is the face of a person who had been having some doubts about that question!

"I know. I just. --I'm sorry, I really do want to be happy for you."

"You don't need to be sorry. 

You've been the most important person in my life for five years and the only thing that would make me stop being yours is if you didn't want me." 

"I love you so much, I can't imagine ever not wanting to be with you. But it's-- hard that you maybe have a second most important person? And I don't know him at all? And maybe he's better than me. Yes, I know that's not how it works."

"I barely know him either. And — when I found out he was like me, my first thought was to thank the twelve immortals that I didn't have to hide you." 

This is a situation that calls for kissing!

"I'm sorry about the comma. I thought maybe you would want me to-- pull back. Because you're married."

"No. I'm your Lindsay, you're my Leo — the first question he asked when we found out about each other was whether you were mine, and the first thing I told him was that I was yours too —" 

"Communicating over letters is terrible, I think I would have worked myself into much less of a fit of worry if I could have asked."

"It really is." He tucks his face into Leo's shoulder. "But you're here now." 

"If you ever decide you want to leave me, you'll tell me, right?"

"Of course I would tell you." His body language is in that strange half-and-half that only the Society has ever seen. 

"I love you. Okay, now I'm going to be super-happy for you, tell me everything."

"I love you. —For a start, he hasn't finished in eight years."