He looks over at his sleeping lover, crushed awkwardly against him in the single bed, but he doesn't mind the discomfort. Just being here is enough to make him happy beyond words. He smiles hugely, absently combing his fingers through the other boy's hair. He remembers earlier that afternoon, when they held hands and kissed shamelessly in front of the library, not caring what their muttering peers had to say, or what their mothers had warned them about being different.
He sighs happily, and pulls the other boy close so they fit neatly together like the catch of a necklace. He buries his face in the pillow to breathe its dizzying scent, trying to record every aspect of this moment in his mind.
His lover stirs, laughing at his sudden display of affection. "What are you doing?"
He smiles again, and this time is rewarded with a kiss. "I'm just being happy."
"Why?"
Tibbett grins broadly. "Because, my dear Crope, happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
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Let's say I'm Elphie, and reviews are my hat, broom and cloak. We cannot be separated.