ℑ'𝔪 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰

seeing each other for the first time and falling all over each other like they hadn't seen each other in decades. ww2 soldier coming home to his wife levels of sentimentality.

kissing for way too long in the entryway to pete's new house. updating each other on things in between kisses like there's an end to the list, when there really isn't.

oh my cousin got married to that douchebag last year.

i finally got that guitar i've been looking at for years.

my mom got that promotion.

it's all minor little things that they have forever to catch each other up on, but it all feels imperative to exchange right now. they aren't even really processing it all, but it doesn't matter.

getting up to the bedroom and taking a million years to get each other undressed because they have all the time in the world. it's a silent promise that things will be different this time. they aren't going to burn through life like there's only a handful of it left.

they're doing it again, and this time they're dedicated to doing it right.

sappy sex where they're borderline saying i love yous. patrick keeps pressing his nose against the side of pete's neck like he's trying to get a scent off him. pete just keeps repeating his name like a prayer, like he still doesn't believe it's real but he's trying to make it true himself.

patrick just keeps repeating that pete's so fucking beautiful and stroking his cheek with the side of his thumb. pete's eyes are all wide and set on patrick's, blinking too infrequently. he says that's why he's tearing up, but it's definitely at least partially because he's so goddamn overwhelmed.