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“I heard these are good-luck charms.”  Yamato smiled to quell the flutter of nervousness in his gut.  “I want you to pass the exams, so…”

Joe held up his left hand, without saying anything.  The steel slid easily on to his long ring finger, looking like it belonged there.

“How’d…” “Gomamon knows everything about you.  Your partner’s good for stuff.  I want to help you.  Even when I can’t.”  He was still holding Joe’s hand.  “And since you can’t take us to class or exams, now you know you’re never alone.” “Yamato.” “Hm?” Joe took off his glasses, resting them on the desk.  Unprotected so suddenly, his eyes shone curiously, as he looked up from his chair.  “Doesn’t this have a kiss?” He’d played with this gas log for an hour, once, unsupervised.  …Bang, fire.   Yamato swallowed.  “Yeah.  If… yeah.”  Joe couldn’t make out the details of his overheated face, so why care?  Yamato leaned down, bracing himself on the arms of the chair, letting his lips find the way.   …Was it only supposed to be one kiss, or did it count if you just kept going? Yamato couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t turn down the heat as Joe pulled him on his lap and their arms wound around each other.

He kept going; they both did, even as the chair managed to slowly roll across the room and come to a rest with a bump against the locked door.

Joe gripped Yamato even more tightly, trying to use him to stifle his snickering.

“What’s so funny?”  Not that Yamato could keep a dorky smile off his own face.

“I’m just… happy.  That’s all.”  He reached around and clutched Yamato’s back pocket, with a grin.

“Yes…” Yamato shifted, meaningfully.  “That is a harmonica in my pocket AND I’m happy to see you.”  He leaned in for another fuel-injection kiss.  “Very happy.  I was happy then,” he sighed, thinking of Joe whooping and cackling in a glee Yamato only finally now understood.  

“Happiest I’ve ever been, sitting here.”  Joe kept grinning.

“You think it’s good luck to keep doing this till next year?  What time is it, anyway?”

Joe flailed an arm out, flicked the light off, and squinted at the glow of his new watch in the dark.  “Fifteen minutes.”  His fingers snaked up the back of Yamato’s shirt, teasing and reassuring at the same time.