OLD SENTENCE MEME.

danny’s steps on creaking snow warn dylan of his coming, buying him the time to take a breath before the words cut the air, before he feels danny against his back and the younger’s arms around him. he closes the lid on the pack of cigarettes he’s been toying with in the chilly london air. the plastic that had covered it just a minute ago is still in his pocket, golden strip rebelliously hanging outside, visible against the black coat to anyone who’d notice that sort of thing.   “ i know. i QUIT ten years ago. ”   he’s not yet put the box away, fingers pulling the top open and closes again and again in thought.   “ i wasn’t gonna light one. ”   it’s true, even if danny has little reason to believe so — dylan wishes he’d had disclosed this earlier so it wouldn’t come as a surprise now, but he knows he never would’ve brought it up: danny would only worry about something dylan’s put long past him.

“ i never DO. i always swear i will when i storm out, but it’s the walk that actually does the trick for me. ”   this time, it’d taken a minute longer than normal, but just like every other time, by the time dylan had opened the pack and stared at the rows of cancer sticks for a good minute, he’d calmed enough to no longer have the impulse of breaking a good eleven and a half year’s streak. he turns his head as much as he can towards the other without breaking the hold  ( it’s rarer for them to be this way around, he realises, but he could get used to it ).   “ look, i’m sorry i got so heated up about it all, i was mad at the arcana and you picked a bad day to pick a fight with me. ”

he could say more but he doesn’t want to — not now, anyway, when he’s pretty sure danny doesn’t want to continue the conversation either and the moment’s too perfect to be ruined with talking. instead, he chucks the full pack of cigarettes to the snow, bringing his hands over danny’s, and allows his head to rest on danny’s.   “ i love you. ”