High on the slopes of Mount Pelion the stars were shining brightly, the Gods were creating more patterns, more stories, more lives. However all Patroclus cared for was the blond nestled closely next to him. Inside the rose quartzes cave the soft summer air caressed the two bodies in a blanket of comfort adding to the serenity they were both feeling.

"Patroclus," Achilles said softly "do you think that we will always be this happy?"

"Of course." Patroclus replied, he paused for a few seconds and continued "Do you not wish that to happen?"

"I would be a fool not to hope for it every single day my love" Achilles answered as he curled up closer to Patroclus.

And with that the two fell asleep in each other's arms.