I've been having the best time writing little Louyd fics. I have more coming! Can't wait to see what comes next.

They're probably like twenty in this fic. None of my fics are directly related unless I say so.


"Why do you love me?" That was the kind of question that Louie asked all the time. But since Louie sat in the passenger seat, with half a cinnamon roll in his mouth and icing dripping down his smiling face, he clearly wasn't the one asking.

"Hm?" Louie chewed, swallowed, and chased the bite with a sip of iced coffee.

Boyd felt a little embarrassed now.

"You heard me…"

"I love you 'cause you buy me cinnamon rolls and iced coffee. And 'cause you're hot." Louie leaned over, offering a sticky kiss. Boyd hesitated.

"I'm serious."

"Hi, Serious, I'm-"

"Louie. I'm not messing around."

Louie sobered up, setting down his half-eaten cinnamon roll on the dash to focus on a more important cinnamon roll.

"What's wrong? Why are you talking like that, like me? You know why I love you. You're my soulmate, Boyd."

"I… I know. But…"

Louie wiped his sticky hands on his nice black jeans and then offered Boyd his hand, which Boyd readily accepted.

"You can tell me anything, babe. I'm here for you. I adore you."

Boyd knew that these affirmations were just to keep his head above water, self-doubt already beginning to sink him. He just clung to Louie's hand as it reached to save him.

"I just have this weird feeling about today. Getting coffee and pastries and then going through the car wash… It sounds silly when I say it out loud."

"Why? Sounds like the perfect date to me." Louie smiled.

"Does it? Because… Because you're a million-dollar man, Louie. Look at you, your clothes probably cost more than this car, and thanks to me they're all covered in icing. You deserve so much more than I could ever give you. And this stupid little date proves it."

Louie frowned deeply, squeezing Boyd's hand again.

"I disagree." He chose those words because he'd learned in his time with Boyd that saying, "You're wrong," never worked. He'd been on the receiving end of so many gentle, de-escalating affirmations.

"Can I tell you how I see it?" He continued, holding tight to Boyd's hand.

Boyd merely nodded, too dejected to meet Louie's eyes.

"I might be stupid rich," Louie chuckled, "but I'm not stupid. I know what matters in life and it's not clothes that can easily be dry-cleaned or a vintage car that just needs a good wash. I'm not here for the cinnamon roll, either. I don't need the flashiest or most expensive stuff to be happy because I have you. I have my darling boyfriend, who is worth more than anything in the world to me."

Boyd looked up, finally meeting Louie's eyes.

"Really?"

"Boyd, I'd watch paint dry as long as it was with you."

"But… Why? I don't measure up. I can't give you anything."

"I don't need anything. Relationships are not transactional. You taught me that. I'm with you because you make my heart flutter. I love getting lost in your arms, I love listening to you talk about the things you're passionate about, I love how you ask me what I'm comfortable with before we do things. You're the best person in the world to me, Boyd. And that's worth more than a billion dollars. I'd choose you over anything else in a heartbeat."

"Even if our dates are just coffee and car washes?"

"Yeah. I could spend the rest of my life going on coffee and car wash dates with you."

Boyd felt a little dizzy.

"The rest of your life?"

"The rest of my life."

"Okay. Yeah. Okay, me too."

"So let's go clean this rust-bucket, huh?"

"I thought you liked my car."

"I do. I love it because it's yours."

"Ours," Boyd corrected mindlessly, willing to share every part of his life with Louie, even if it didn't seem to live up to Louie's legacy.

"Ours. Though seriously, I could buy you a new car."

"Let's stick with the rust-bucket for now."

"Sounds good to me. You know, I've always liked car washes. Uncle Donald used to drive us through them like they were amusement park rides. It took Dewey years to catch on."

"Then I guess this really is the perfect date."

"Anything with you is."

"So we're still on to watch paint dry next week?"

"Will there be coffee?"

"Of course."

"And cinnamon rolls?"

"Only me "

"That's enough. You'll always be enough."