тнe αrт oғ lιvιɴɢ well αɴd тнe αrт oғ dyιɴɢ well αre oɴe ♥

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He looked up at him tiredly. "You won't?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Never," Ross stated with perfect conviction, "I never planned on it."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He watched him silently before nodding and standing up, walking over to him before hugging him, until his legs went numb and he nuzzled his face into his chest, falling asleep.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Ross ran his fingers through Sky's now short hair and gently scooped up his sleeping husband. It was a lot to take in, but this was still his Sky.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The man hummed and snuggled into his chest.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He carried Sky to the bedroom and set him on the bed. He pulled the covers up around him, tucking him in.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

~ T I M E S K I P ~

The next morning, Sky was shifting around in bed, restless. The thoughts and memories of the night before were replaying in his brain, and there was an evident blush on his face, though his eyes were squeezed closed. He reached up a hand and ran it through his blonde hair, and for a moment was shocked by the shortness of it before he realized what he had done yesterday. He hummed in gentle loss, but smiled a bit- he felt a little happy about the change, but mournful. He had kept that same long hairstyle for a long time. A decade, at least.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Ah, you're awake," Ross walked into the bedroom, carrying a small tray of breakfast food, "I was wondering when you'd be up. Your toast will get cold."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He blinked at him, vision bleary, with a confused expression on his face. "What?" He blinked a few more times and tilted his head.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He brought the tray over and set it on the bed, "Your toast," he repeated, "It's gonna get cold. Eat up."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He blinked and looked at the tray in confusion, lips parted. "...Why?" He mumbled. His stomach rumbled, but he was a little too confused to eat right now. He hadn't ordered anything... had he? Oh gosh, that would be awkward. Ross wasn't exactly his servant. Yet.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Ross blinked and tilted his head ever-so-slightly, "Because I knew you'd be hungry when you woke up. You were so exhausted last night. I wanted to be helpful."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"...I see." He sat up and leaned against the headboard, vision and consciousness still a little fuzzy. He looked down at the toast now in his hands, expression thoughtful, and picked at the edges before nibbling at it. "...Ross?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yes?" Ross sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Sky.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Do you think we did wrong? By adopting Leo...?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What? Why would you say that?" Ross asked, looking shocked, "We love Leo and he loves us. I don't think it was wrong."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"We became his parents to try and save him from a horrible environment. But... We're not much better than the streets, are we?" He murmured, looking at the toast in his hands.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He reached out and touched Sky's arm, "Yes, we are. He's happy- you read his letter. He could have been hurt or worse if he was still out on the street."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"He's happy without us." He pouted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Ross allowed himself a small smile, "He's happy because you gave him that opportunity. He's allowed to be happy with someone other than us- it's only natural."