[It’s probably because of what Tim had said – scratch that, it’s definitely because of what Tim had said – but Koby notes the smile, the easing of the faint concern on Quentin’s face, the way he tugs Koby closer, kisses his temple, sunwarmed and sweet-smelling. He also notes the way it settles warm in his chest, like swallowing something hot on a chilly day, spreading down to the tips of his toes.

Stupid Tim, saying stuff. At least Koby can blame the pink in his cheeks, at the tips of his ears on the sun, right?]

I’m well. Did I not say that? [Fretting, gently, much more gently than he would’ve in days past – it’s hard to be genuinely anxious or worried when Quentin’s laughing like that.] Everything’s fine. I’d call if something were wrong, but – nothing’s wrong.

[A laugh, a little incredulous, because theres always something wrong, something to worry about and yet...repeating:] Nothing’s wrong. I just – wanted to show you something I found. That you might like.