People change.

That's what they say, anyways.

The phrase makes Antonio shift uncomfortably. He doesn't agree.

People never change.

He looks down to his lap, where Lovino's head is comfortably seated, his arms and legs tucked in a blanket. He can feel his soft, slow and sleepy breathes on his thigh. He's been running his hands through the Italians hair for a while, just softly caressing his scalp. Maybe once in a while indulging himself in a soft press of the lips to his head.

But it's not like this is new. Lovino always fell asleep on Antonio when he was younger- though he would vigorously deny it- because, in all honesty, Antonio knew. He knew that Lovino felt safe with him.

Lovino still spits the word bastard like fire from his mouth, still punches harmlessly at Antonio's chest, still scowls like he's pissed at the world, still does all the things he's done all his life.

Antonio likes these little routines Lovino's seemed to harness to himself- probably not realizing it, but still there nonetheless. It makes Antonio happy, knowing that he can predict Lovino with a snap of his fingers.

Lovino will always swipe up dripping tomato juice with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth before returning to biting into the home grown delicacy. Lovino always tucks himself fully into a blanket when he's sleeping- usually, ending up draped over Antonio. He always rubs at his eyes and pushes his hair out of his face when he wakes up. He does these tiny things- and it shows that he hasn't changed one bit.

And Antonio likes it that way. Because he hasn't changed, and Lovino hasn't changed, and they continue perfectly balancing one another.

Lovino stirs, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair back like always. He sits up groggily.

Antonio leans into kiss him- just a soft press- before running his fingers lightly down his arm.

"Buenos días, querido."

Lovino looks down, a blush forming on his face, painting a beautiful canvas pink.

He leans forward and kisses Antonio back. It's a lazy, sleepy kiss, one that goes slow and unfurls luxuriously. He's always more affectionate when he's sleepy- so Antonio builds the passion with fingers dancing around Lovino's waist, soft nibbles to his neck, and a sly tongue.

Antonio laughs softly. Lovino rolls his eyes.

And he's so happy that nothing has changed.