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They moved in sync.
Whether it was on the battlefield surrounded by zombies and mutated creatures or the cold tiles of their kitchen, they could sense each other and move around accordingly, without disturbing the other.
Years of spending time in each other's presence would do that to the person. Where Chris went high, Leon went low. When one moved to the right, the other covered the left. They did that song and dance a lot. They always had each other's back.
So it wasn't surprising that their trust in each other during battle translated quite well to the one in more domestic setting.
Where Chris was taking care of the steaks, sizzling the meat on the hot pan, he was aware of Leon moving behind his back, taking care of their sides, delicious aroma of herbs and garlic wafting through the air.
Even though they could move without touching, they couldn't help themselves.
Slight caress of the hand at the small of the back, squeeze on the arm, bump of the hip, kiss on the side of the neck.
They were like to magnets, trying to connect to each other.
But there was still food to take care off.
Leon put the plates on the kitchen island.
Chris took care of platting the steaks, placing them next to the potatoes baked in herbs, green beans shining with the garlic infused butter.
Leon moved to the small table covered in fancy tablecloth, placing their glasses filled with non-alcoholic cider.
Chris maneuvered behind him, hot plates landing on the set up covers.
Leon lit up single candle using Chris' lighter.
They sat opposite each other, appreciating the site before them.
Before they could dig in, Chris took Leon's hand in his, bringing it close to his lips, where he whispered "Happy anniversary, hon." and placed soft kiss on his knuckles, looking deep into his husband's eyes.