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Jonathan walked into the kitchen of their shared apartment. The place wasn't fancy in any way; it barely had enough space for both of them and there were damp patches all over the walls, but low profile was what they needed at that moment. Neither of them cared too much about luxuries, anyway.
It was a hot and humid afternoon, and the only thing he wanted was to lay down on the floor and hope for it to pass quickly.
He opened the fridge and took the gallon of iced tea. He drank directly from it, not having the energy to reach for a cup and it wasn't like Jervis would want any. He had looked in horror at the drink as soon as Jonathan had put it in the shopping basket last time they went to the market near their house.
After the fifth gulp he heard Jervis walk in and fill the kettle with water. Even with the heat, he would boil water every day for tea. He felt mildly impress by his partner's consistency.
Jonathan had to stop in bewilderment as soon as he turned around to look at Jervis.
"In summer when it's hot, in summer when it's hot. In summer we wear tank tops, in summer when it's hot."
Jervis was wearing his coat, top hat, long pants (that were too big for his short legs) and even his white gloves, while Jonathan felt like he was going to faint from the heat while wearing bermuda shorts and a short-sleeved breezy shirt.
(He still wore his Scarecrow mask, but that was besides the point.)
Jervis scoffed in answer. "You act like it's fifty degrees. It's really not that bad."
Jonathan's brow furrowed in confusion and he had to think for a moment on how to express it. "Fifty's not this hot; i'd say it was eighty just this morn." He moved closer to his partner and watched as he turned on the stove.
Jervis sputtered. "Eighty?! You would have passed out if that were the case."
Jonathan dropped his head on Jervis' shoulder for dramatism. "I just might..." He muttered as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man.
Jervis cooed. "Oh, cheer up. I got a little gift for you in the freezer." He said as he opened a cabinet and took out a couple of spoons.
Jonathan perked up and slowly untangled himself from the embrace.
He moved towards the old fridge and opened the top half. There, he found a quart ice-cream tub in the middle of the otherwise empty compartment. As he picked it up he could see the flavor.
Lemon ice-cream.
He carefully placed it in the worktop, even as he tensed his muscles with joy. He moved towards Jervis and placed his hands on his partner's arms as he softly said,
"Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me. Shine down on me. Shine, shine, shine." His face was now a breath away from Jervis'. "Shine down on me. Shine, shine, shine." Jervis closed the gap with a chaste kiss.
"Shine down on me. Shine, shine, shine."