The loving, moon-lit light illuminated every single exposed inch of land around in the valley, the gloominess of winter fading away slowly as it turned into early spring. A short breeze of heat glazed upon Andre's skin as the French man took a sip of Semillon, taking a drag of his cigarette right after. He softly sighed while he puffed a ring of smoke out into the air, his heart clenching at the thought of him looking exactly like his father at the moment.

Andre slid forward on the rooftop of the small fishing cabin, the cool sea air was a delightful aroma that cleared his sinuses, soon getting flushed out by a huff of smoke. The French man was not the usual type to drink or even smoke, but it felt right tonight as he sat and watched the ever-clashing waves hit the sandy beach. Like a little tribute to his dead friend, acknowledging the things that she let slide.

The French man's hand slid over to his half cup of Semillon, picking it up to sip it while lighting a new cigarette. Another hot breeze smacked Andre in the face, his skin erupting with goosebumps while the wind past. He looked back at the sea, softly coughing out another puff of smog after anoter drag of his cigarette.

"It's a bit late to be having wine and smoke, don't you think?" A gruff voice chuckled, a large, cold hand being placed on Andre's shoulder. He shuddered at the chilling feeling, his head snapping to the side to see his beloved husband. Willy softly smiled at the French actor, his hand lifting to softly brush away something from Andre's cheek. "Why are you out here, darling?" Andre softly scoffed and turned his head away from the fisherman, his eyes close to closing while he pulled his legs closer to his chest.

"I've… been thinking about some things." Andre cleared his throat, laying his hand on his knees as he watched the waves crash against the sandy terrain. Another hot breeze hit him harshly, his breath airy, and shaky, as he moved his hands back to the glass of Semillon. He heard a soft sigh next to him. Willy gently pulled his hand away from Andre's shoulder and was then placed on his hand.

"This is about Rayne, isn't it?" Willy said barely, Andre's walls finally breaking down as he let out a heart-wrenching sob. The French man leaned against his husband, the Californian's arms wrapping around him for comfort. He sobbed into his lover's chest harshly, his hands gripping at the fisherman's shirt while his knuckles turned a sickly white.

"I… she didn't have to die so early. She still had her entire life ahead of her," Andre softly cried, his breath slowly becoming stable while he shivered in Willy's embrace. Silence endured through the both of them, The French actor's breath audibly shaky soon being drowned out by the loud waves crashing against the land.

"She did… didn't she?" Willy softly asked himself, his hand stroking Andre's hair as a way to comfort him. The fisherman softly sighed his heart in pain from the sight of his husband's actions, pulling Andre close to kiss his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

Andre paused for a moment, the feeling of the smaller man's hands playing with Willy's shirt became apparent for the moments they spent together. Comfortable silence sank between the two of them, both of them coming closer together under the shining moonlight while Willy pulled him onto his lap. Andre didn't complain, only sighing happily while slumping against Willy. The two of them sat like this for a while, Willy entertained himself by watching the fishes from below pick at the growing algae and seaweed in the water, Andre slowly closing his eyes and followed the sounds around them play out like a symphony. "I love you, you know that right?"

Willy smiled gently, bending his neck down towards his husband, his lips against Andre's forehead. Andre sighed softly at this, moving his head backward to place a small kiss on Willy's lips which caught Willy off guard. Eventually, the fisher melted into the peck cupping the French man's soft cheek, they cherished each moment like this before pulling apart. Willy's gaze lingered on Andre, his breath being taken away once more as he stared at his malewife (/hj). A little chuckle exited his mouth, Andre turning to his lover to get into a more comfortable position to look at Willy.

"What's so funny?" Andre asked with a kind grin, tilting his head to the side in interest. Willy's cheeks beagn to hurt due to him constantly smiling, his smile dropping into a comfortable toothless grin. His calloused hand lovingly sliding across Andre's neck to pull him even closer.

"Nothing," Willy lied, looking over to the ocean, "It's cheesy,"

"Oh, come on, you've me intrigued already!" Andre exclaimed, pulling away from Willy's hand. The fisher sighed and looked back at him, opening his mouth.

"Your eyes glisten like the moon-lit sea, darling,"