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Till looks like art when he sleeps.
Till always looks beautiful, that's a fact, but like this, his messy grey hair on his forehead, he really looks like something Ivan should be admiring in a museum.
He looks like something so... precious, so untouchable, but he's here, in their bed, breathing softly against a pillow.
The blanket has slipped down to Till's waist, and without thinking, Ivan reaches over slowly, carefully pulling the soft fabric back up.
Till stirs slightly, and Ivan knows he should look away, should pretend to be asleep himself, but Till has opened his beautiful, water-colored eyes, and Ivan can't help but feel overwhelmed by love.
Really, his entire body seems to vibrate with so much love, this overwhelming, consuming adoration.
How is it possible to love someone this much?
"I thought you were asleep," Till murmurs, smiling at Ivan like he's happy to see him.
"I was just..." Ivan starts, but the words feel like they're not enough, so he settles on honesty, "I was admiring you."
Till's face is so red that Ivan can see it even with the little light there is.
"I like it when you look at me like that." Till whispers, and his voice is so soft that Ivan wonders if he's dreaming.
"Like what?" Ivan asks, though he thinks he knows. He hopes he knows.
"Like I'm someone... special,"
"You are special." Ivan says with strong, unwavering conviction "So important and special."
Till makes this small sound, an happy one, and suddenly he's reaching for Ivan with clumsy, sleep-heavy hands. His fingers find Ivan's shirt and tug gently.
"Come here," he mumbles, and there's no hesitation in Ivan's body as he moves closer.
Ivan wraps his arms around Till's smaller body, Till melts further into him at the touch.
"I love you so much." Ivan whispers. He's said it before, but it never feels like enough. He could say it a thousand times and it still wouldn't capture the depth of what he feels.
Till's leg slides between Ivan's, tangling them together in a way that makes Ivan feel completely surrounded by him, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, his love.
"Stay like this?" Till asks, voice already getting sleepy again.
"Yes." Ivan presses a soft kiss to the top of Till's head.
It's so nice, and Ivan feels at peace.