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Simon was laying on the couch in their little flat, tangled up in Baz’s arms, when he remembered. He remembered the cold press of lips on his forehead and and the promise he made to a grieving mother. He turned to face toward Baz and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“What was that for?” asked Baz, his eyebrows raised and a smile on his lips.
Simon nestled in closer to Baz’s body, even though they were already so close together, “I was fulfilling a promise,”
Simon swore he felt the room get a little bit colder. A whispered sentence floated through the air towards Simon’s ears alone, “Thank you,” the words seeped into his bones and then the cold was gone.
“You’re welcome,” Simon whispered into the once freezing air.