Cologne. That's what he smells like. The cheap kind, so old they don't make it anymore, but that's what makes it his.
He's curled up beside me, the spiky top of his head burrowed into my side.
He's so beautiful when he sleeps. He twitches a lot, and his toes wiggle. It seems weird to me how tiny he is. I know I'm not the smallest mutant on earth, but even compared to most people he's small.
I love him so much it hurts sometimes, but he always makes it better. We don't make out a lot or anything. Neither of us see the point. Most of the time we'll play video games or just talk, and that's what I like most in the world.
He's so involved in everything. He runs the school website, and is a forum moderator on "", which isn't an easy job. He edits the school newspaper, and helps organize the GSA meetings each Thursday, but he still has time for me and his friends.
His arms are hooked around mine, holding it like a stuffed animal. He nuzzles his cheek up against it, like he always does when he wakes up. I can tell he doesn't want to, just so he can stay under the covers longer. I tickle his sides and he giggles.
Then he sits up and throws his arms around me, but he can't quite get them all the way around. It feels so good, so right, and I don't say anything. Neither does he. We both just listen to the people playing outside, and the birds in the trees.
I wish I could wake up this way every day, but we only get to have a private sleepover every once in a while, since everyone's so worried. I don't understand how anyone can hate people for being what they are. I wish we didn't have to live this way, in fear, but right now, its all we can do, and as long as I'm with Victor I know I'll be okay.
"I love you, Santo."
