A/N: marking my entry into the wonderful world of Wild Adapter. Because the fandom should be a hundred times bigger than it is. For EoS, without whom I would never have known why.
Justification
The swings creaked under slender jean-clad legs.
The ice-cream was cold and soft and the almonds crunched. They traded.
He looked at peace, and proved inexplicably knowledgeable about convenience store policies, utterly irreconcilable with the person who had casually assaulted a stranger an hour ago.
There was a dead kitten, and they buried it together, digging into hard earth with sticks. Blond and dark heads bent close together.
He smiled at him, those lovely eyes alive, exposed and young and incredibly beautiful.
And something caught his heart, like fire and sweetness and rightness.
Falling in love needs very little justification.