‘ if my threat to cease coming to visit you was enough of a motivation then i’ll gladly come and help you clean up. ‘ fingers dance along the of a still ridiculously dusty picture frame. within it sits a weathered polaroid of the two of them, much M U C H younger than they are now. it’s heartwarming to see such a thing survived the test of time, including the shift of families, significant others, children, homes, careers, addictions, transitions– they’re still kicking and they’re still together now.
❝And who’d of thought it’d work so well?❞ he replies happily, an arm wrapping around Damien’s shoulder and pulling him closer, planting a stubbly, passionate kiss against his cheek. He catches a glimpse the photo out of the corner of his eye, and his grin remains. ❝The good ol’ days, eh? Look at how young we were,❞ hell, his childhood and teenage years may have been S H I T, but he wouldn’t trade them for the WORLD.
❝… If anything’s changed since back then, we can at least say we’re both better at sex.❞
