"moving"

You open the doors to exit the international airport of Japan. Looking behind you.
You see your boyfriend, fidgeting with his nails, looking really nervous.
Noticing this, you hold out your hand with a gentle smile on your face.
He grabs hold of your hand. 

“It's okay. We're going to be okay. This is your first time moving after all,
you have a right to be scared.
Just remember I'm always here, just one word away.” 

He looks at you with his eyes full of uncertainty. 

“Come with me.” 

You gently grab his hand and lead him to a bench. You sit down next to him. 

“I know this is scary, but think of it as you did your fear of heights.
Something you have to face head on.”  

He nods his head, and grips your hand. You stand up, and hold out your hand.

“Come on! We have lots to explore!” 

As you continue your adventures, ‘ooh’-ing and ‘ahh’-ing and many of the
things at the airport.
A man in a long, brown leather trench coat roughly brushes past you making you fall to
the ground.  

“HEY! Watch where you're going!” 

You reply in smooth Japanese. You look over at your boyfriend, and shrug.
You decide not to let that get your day down. 

After finding directions to your tiny apartment.
You start to unpack what you can and leave the rest in the boxes for
conservation of space.
After finally unpacking the coffee pot and turning it on for coffee, walking over
to the couch you find your boyfriend, Solu, laying on the couch sleeping. 

“Solu, get your lazy butt up we still have to practice your Japanese.” 

“Five more minutes.”  

“Ah, the rare couch potato has a voice so it seems.” 

Walking back out to the coffee pot to grab two cups of coffee. 

“Come on, I mean you're the one who talked me into following my dreams,
you also stated that you would follow me wherever I go.”