"Crowly, you're supposed to be warmer than me Simon!" Baz choked, tears itching his eyes.
Simon gave a strangled cry as Baz lunged forward, desperate to touch him, to drag him back, to envelope him and smell him and taste him and, and…
But there was nothing now.
Only air and two more decades.
A/N: I was going to write a longer thing... but I couldn't think of what to write and only this stuck... But thank you for reading this!
