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Sometimes Michael just watches him.
He still remembers the wild kid who killed for him on their first meeting. Remembers getting to know each other, them becoming friends despite or because of the craziness. Looking at the ridiculously dressed — some things never change — but serene man in front of him feels absurd.
He gets that feeling a lot. There doesn't even need to be a big reason for it; they could just be watching movies or making breakfast and suddenly his heart skips a beat because he realizes how well things are and how happy he is.
Michael always was a dreamer, and while this isn't something he could have ever imagined, it's so much better. This is real, not an ideal he had set up for himself as a broken teenager.
Through the lens of the camera, he watches the man who had become his everything, and he thinks of all the times they almost ruined it all with too many hateful words and not enough declarations of love. He hastily takes one more picture.
Then he puts down the camera, walks to his partner, and sits down next to him; Trevor turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised, but his expression softens when Michael gently cups his face. "I love you so much, Trev," he whispers, his fingers caressing Trevor's beard, the grey color the only thing really betraying his age.
"I'm just sitting here, Sugar," Trevor says, but with a genuine smile on his lips, and leans in to kiss Michael.
It's just a small peck on the lips that lingers for a while but Michael feels so happy that he could just float into space.
"Love you too," Trevor murmurs against Michael's lips and grins, "Now take the goddamn picture before I change my mind."