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A cold chill ran down his spine as Anton stood there.
It was cold that evening, he had been wearing two sweaters as well as a coat and a thick scarf. He sat down on the small bench, exhaling into his hands for warmth. In the distance, he could hear the church bells chime. ten o’clock on the dot— Viago was to arrive soon. He was always like that, always precisely on time. As Anton predicted, a hand ghosted on his shoulder right at the tenth chime.
“Hello, my darling,” Viago said, pressing a kiss to the top of Anton’s head, “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Anton smiled at that, “You’re barely late, my love,” he said sweetly, “Come sit with me.” He scooted and patted the empty spot beside him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a little flower," Viago said, "How was your day?"
"Same old," Anton said. He took Viago's hand in his own.
"I wore the gloves because you're always cold and now we can hold hands." Viago beamed. He rested his head on Anton's shoulder. "I just wanted to say I was sorry about the other night," he said, "When my friends were mean to you. Deacy is just silly."
"That's okay," Anton said, wrapping his arms around Viago. Even through his multiple layers he could feel the cold sensation of his frigid skin against his own, but he did not mind. It was why he had layered up in the first place. “My friends weren’t very nice to yours either, were they?”
Viago shrugged, "It's okay,” he said, fumbling with the hem of Anton’s sweater. He lifted his head to look up at Anton. He pouted. “Kiss it better?"
With a smile, Anton happily obliged. He dipped down, pressing his lips to Viago's in a gentle kiss. His lips were soft against his own. Viago had been a pretty prolific user of chapstick, after all. Anton lifted his hands, cupping Viago's face. “I love you,” he murmured softly.
“I love you ,” Viago replied, kissing Anton on the nose.
“Oh— I got you something, I almost forgot.”
“For me?” Viago’s eyes shimmered excitedly.
Anton took out his phone, “look, I filmed today’s sunset. The sky was purple, which I know is your favourite colour.”
“Oh, that is so pretty,” Viago marvelled, “I wish I could have watched it with you.”
Anton kissed his temple, “I know, darling,” he said, “but this will have to do for now.”
“It’s more than enough,” Viago said, as he looked up at Anton. He smiled, then, fondly, as his eyes met Anton’s.
“Look at the video, you,” Anton laughed.
“I want to look at you instead.” Viago nestled himself in Anton’s embrace. “I think I am ready to tell Vladislav and Deacon about us,” he said after a moment. “They suspect things anyway.”
Anton raised his eyebrows, “You are?” he asked, “I’ve told you before, there is no rush. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“I know,” Viago said, “I think it’s time.”
With a content sigh, Anton drew him nearer. “We’ll tell them tomorrow.”