When he pulls back, it is to see a sweet smile on Aiden’s face. He clasps Beto’s arm so he doesn’t move too far, and since they’re already so close, Beto dares himself to reach up and toy with Aiden’s hair.
“I like it longer like this,” he says, swallowing thickly for how easy this is. He can reach out and touch him, and the world won’t end.
Pretending to go cross-eyed, Aiden looks up at Beto’s palm, smiling when he drops his hand again. “I like having days where I don’t even have to bother shaving. I can’t even remember how I made myself do it, and get a haircut, as much as we did.”
“Same.”
Aiden is smiling at him. Really smiling. It shouldn’t be so heartbreaking to know that these small things, these little touches are such a revelation for Aiden that they are making him as happy as
