It was an ordinary Tuesday.
No candles, no flowers, no elaborate setup just Sebastian standing in the kitchen, making pasta, when Julian limped in from the living room, still in his sweatpants, his hair a total mess.
Sebastian looked at him. Really looked at him. At the dark hair falling across his forehead. At the small smile that had become more frequent in the weeks since Richard was gone. At the way he moved, still careful, still healing, but lighter somehow.
"You know I love you so much," Sebastian said.
Julian looked up from pouring himself a glass of water. "I love you too. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you have something important you want to say."
Sebastian turned off the stove. He set down the spoon. His heart was pounding, the way it did before
