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They arrive at the house with somber silence after another door closed to their faces. Hal sat down on their couch, opening his computer and mumbling angrily under his breath, "We can find another doctor, someone who knows what he is talking about."
Dave sat next to him, his expression closed off. Remnants of a life well-lived surrounded them. He looked around their living room, trying to recall all the things they had accomplished together. Sunny's jacket, which once belonged to Dave himself before Hal stole it, lay on their coffee table. The first gunple figure they assembled stood proudly on their TV unit. The fake katana that was Frank's wedding gift hung on their wall.
All the photos Hal meticulously took, printed, and framed over the years covered their walls. An old blurry Polaroid picture of David watching stars from one of their first dates. A picture of Hal with David's first motorbike from when they moved in together. A picture of Sunny and Dave sleeping, taken a couple of days after they had adopted her. A picture of three of them together at Sunny's high school graduation. And so much more, it was truly a life well spent.
He turned to Hal, and thought of that little scrawny nerd he met years ago and the man he had grown into, his husband, the love of his life, whom he had spent decades raising their daughter. David didn't like making huge declarations of love, but to him, loving Hal was as easy as breathing and as constant as feeling the warmth of the sun. He was crushed when they learned the time they would have together was shorter than any of them expected, but a selfish part of him was glad it was he who was dying. Hal and Sunny were strong; they had a bright future.
"It's okay, Hal," he said, gently closing the lid of the computer and setting it aside. Hal shook his head, trying to take it back; his eyes shone with unshed tears when he took in David's defeated posture.
"We had a good life," his voice was kind but firm, he took Hal's hands, dropping small kisses on top of them.
"When I'm gone," Hal tried to stop him, but David continued, caressing his cheek, wiping away his falling tears, "I want you to move on, I want you to find happiness again."
He tried to smile despite his own tears. "I want you to not look back." Hal hugged him fiercely.
"It isn't fair"
"I know," David said, feeling content despite everything with the point they had reached.