Martin sighed at the blank card he had been staring at for over an hour.
It was Valentine's day tomorrow and he hadn't written anything! It was meant to be a day for romance not a day for 'here's a blank, red card I got on discount and couldn't write anything of substance in'.
It was what he always did. He couldn't wine and dine his partners and couldn't be romantic... Why was Dirk even with him? That man was handsome, clever, kind and had muscles the size of the Russia! (Well... not stupidly big...)
It had been a surprise to see Dirk that night, a year ago, holding a bunch of red roses and singing some love song he didn't recognise.
It had got to a point where he just had to write something, anything.
'Roses are red, violets are blue...'
Dirk opened the card Martin had given him, while the ginger man tried to find the perfect place for the framed song lyrics - that Dirk had wrote. Dirk smiled fondly at what Martin wrote...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I may be the pilot,
But my heart's captain will always be you.
