Patroclus: Um *blush* Can I touch your hair? *blush blush blush*
Achilles:
Patroclus: OH itsoknevermind!! Yeah ok. Lets um. Wrestle. Yeah! Uh. Square up.
Achilles: *pulls out ponytail and sits down criss cross applesauce*
Patroclus: *internal squee* *pet pet pet* *gets bold and plants little kisses on his hairline* I um … you … i think … is it dumb if —
Achilles: Patroclus, I think you’re pretty.
Five years later …
Achilles: Love, what is it?
Patroclus: *helping him get his armor on* I hate when you have to go.
Achilles:
Patroclus: *winds a single curl around his finger and presses it to his lips.
Achilles: you are beautiful
Song: the heart, needtobreathe












