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"You kept this?" Ransom holds up a photo frame, blowing dust from it as he lifts it from its box. "I thought I threw it out."

"You did." You say absently, straightening a newly placed canvas on the wall. "I rescued it from the trash."

Ransom runs a thumb over over the glass pane, watching the faces of himself and his grandfather Harlan come into view again. After being disowned and shunned from his family, he had stomped through his apartment tearing down and throwing out every photo he could in a fit of emotional fury.

You had been there for him; literally and figuratively. The rock in the river that he needed to hug to keep from drowning. However, just when he thought he could keep his head above water, Harlan had died - leaving Ransom with no way to reconcile with his only favourite family member.

When he looks up at you, you're already turning to face him with a soft half-smile. "I knew you'd regret it. Despite everything, he was your grandpa. And he loved you, in his own - very odd - way."

"Thank you." He murmurs. "But he was still a bastard."

You shrug, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend, squeezing tight and placing a kiss atop his head. "Yes, well, you don't need to hang up the photo or make a shrine hun. But it's here for when you need it."

As he places his free hand over yours, Ransom wonders what he'd ever do without you.

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A/N: a very short and late one due to the fact that life hit me like a freight train haha.

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