Kaos’s smile lit his whole face, his light warming up even the most bitter and hidden nooks of Padraig’s heart. “I love you too.” He leaned to kiss Padraig, another one of those lingering ones Padraig loved, and still it went nowhere. They just made out slowly for a while, and then Kaos pulled away and settled against his chest once more.
“Good night,” Kaos murmured, and seemed to fall asleep just like that.
Hestia got up from her bed and peered at Padraig hopefully. “Fine, okay. Come on, then.”
She hopped up and curled at their feet. It wasn’t long until Padraig fell asleep as well.
The Saturday before Valentine’s seemed to be one of those days for them both. Not only was Kaos booked solid from eight in the morning to five in the evening, but his lunchtime and break texts to Padraig got answers much later, and even those answers were harried.